Bridget Prewitt Poet Free verse

Dearest Despair

Dearest despair,
who in yonder moonlight shines upon our dark world,
who in treetops whistles warning of harsh winter to be,
you have come to us as tears,
but have not washed us nor cleansed us,
you have only added to the filth of human hands,
as sowing tears our flesh,
and the climbing of mountains blisters our palms,
but you shall be denied when those you try to control turn away,
and the cheek you try to run down is wiped by the hand of hope,
and kissed by the mouth of inspiration,
dearest despair,
you will show no mercy,
but when you come to us,
I will be the moonlight.

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Kenzie Frisch July 1, 2011 at 9:29 PM I absolutly love this poem! I love how deep it is. " And the cheek you try to run down is wiped by the hand of hope, and kissed by the mouth of inspiration..." Love it!

Zzzzz Zzzzz June 16, 2011 at 8:28 AM Inventive write, with good poetic use of personification. An enjoyable read. Kenzie Frisch July 1, 2011 at 9:30 PM I agree 100 percent. I love this piece.

James Foulk May 14, 2011 at 5:19 PM this was a most beautiful and well written piece, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you, when someone reads and comments on my poetry i get back the same day or very soon. but my internet went out on May 5 and i just got it back today. on the 9th i went to the libarary to post my poems, and you only have so much time. thank you for commenting on first mothers day.