Bright Hope
Beethoven’s Seventh
has left me pensive,
content to be brooding
and lost in thought.
What a piece of work,
so apprehensive
yet stoic
amid life’s constant onslaught!
Like a spirit moving over the Earth,
aloof, but longing to reconnect,
able to see all for what it is worth,
emotion drained and numbed by intellect,
it lacks the physical motivation
to change the slightest bit what is observed,
grateful for even the desolation,
wide-eyed to tragedy,
yet not unnerved.
But sad isolation’s not its full scope --
through dismal miasma, there shines bright hope.
Copyright © James Ph. Kotsybar | Year Posted 2011
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