Ashley Caldwell Poet I do not know?

Hope

Lightly blinking in my soul,
In affront of lost control.
In the depths, the beacon calls.
From it's lips, my name falls
Against my fiber, hand held out.
Gently take my shaking doubt.
Peace at last be still my soul.
Hope encompass, my heart console.

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Joseph Spence Sr July 6, 2009 at 4:19 PM I like the flow of this poem and the imagery. The rhyming sequence is also excellent. The last couplet is really icing on the cake. Great job! ~Joseph

Nadia Shahwan May 19, 2009 at 7:09 AM Very thrilling. Beautiful flow of words... poetess.

Edward Orozco May 18, 2009 at 8:02 PM Beautiful write! Jeremiah

Cesar Cantu May 18, 2009 at 7:28 PM Hope indeed has some sort of propperty that causes the dead to rise and walk in the garden; perhaps hope is the prove of how reachable everything is, even what seems to be completely gone; thanks for sharing!!=D I like the warmth of this nice poem=D=D