Hope

Hope is a feeble flame Facing an uncertain future ~ Flickering in the fainting heart Fading fast without nurture. Written June 8, 2022 Entered "Bite Size Poem 46" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Line Gautheir

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/9/2022 1:11:00 AM

You can never overdo alliteration, Hank; this poem proves it.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/9/2022 8:57:00 AM

I'm so glad you said that. I thought maybe I was overdoing it a little. Okay!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 6/9/2022 12:33:00 AM

So true Milton, but sometimes it's all we have and mustn't give up on it. Good luck. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/9/2022 8:58:00 AM

That is so true, Tom. Hope keeps us moving forward, I believe.

Marius Alexandru

Date: 6/8/2022 5:11:00 PM

Excellent definition of hope

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/9/2022 8:58:00 AM

Thank you so much, Marius. I appreciate your thoughts.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/8/2022 4:39:00 PM

Beautiful use of sound blended with meaning.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/8/2022 5:20:00 PM

Thanks, Andrea. I thought I had overdone the alliteration thing a bit.

Marco Chies

Date: 6/8/2022 2:05:00 PM

Beautiful images about hope in this couplet.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/8/2022 2:53:00 PM

I sort of got carried away with alliteration, but it's okay. It was never meant to be a masterpiece! Thanks, Marco.

Jeff Kyser

Date: 6/8/2022 12:54:00 PM

Not to seem too untoward; Hope is the mouth of the flaming sword. Keeps me grounded, firmly moored; Ever onward, pressing forward.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/8/2022 12:56:00 PM

And so it is, Jeff. Keep nurturing that flame and it will become eternal!