Karlin K. Jensen Poet Blank verse

Ashes of Hope

I drifted like a ghost
Among the blackened ruins.
Trying to remember laughter,
And the joy once here,
All I see now are
The darkened stones.
Charred remains mocking
The majesty of the past,
And I wonder how
Such destruction exists.
No colors, only shades,
As though it’s all
Dressed for mourning.
Yet…what is that?
There, amid the ruin,
And the fallen glory,
In the darkness
And piled up ashes,
There is a small green
Plant.
A flower, to be exact,
Half buried but 
Still so determined.
A growing hope
In a harsh, dark place,
Saying “I’m still alive,
Despite the destruction.”
New life, new hope.
New dreams, 
A rebuilding on top
Of broken foundations.

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Alex Roelfson March 12, 2013 at 12:31 PM I like how you use a struggling flower as way to symbol hope, awesome poem! Karlin K. Jensen March 12, 2013 at 8:13 PM Thank you :)

Scott Howard Myers The Gypsy King March 11, 2013 at 8:52 PM My wife and I were speaking of the oat straw grass sprouts appearing at the edge of the snow covered bale. Mother Earth is fantastic Thanks for the descriptive narration from your imagination......fantastic.