Nette Onclaud Poet Blank verse

Promise of Hope--Edited

Streaks of anguish like drooping trees
Entrap pale hours across nightscape ,
Then crushing low  upon my feet 
Each leaf's motion reflects one bid
In neutral shades when moon withdraws--
That all around, on pine and lake,
My flame of hope enkindles breath 
To glint  beyond  November's chill,
Awaiting a young son's return
From war-torn grounds cold as hoarfrost:
Till  leaves  form a halo , renewed
Adorning yard its lambent sheen,
Through colored tints which now imbue
A promise blest, of new life's course!



Hope, Old or New Poetry Contest
For Carolyn Devonshire   1/07/2019
~ New Entry

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Darlene De Beaulieu March 4, 2019 at 6:05 PM Hello Nette, life has the old wah away. Then the new comes into place, That would be Spring. Have a nice evening my friend.

Jennifer Proxenos February 10, 2019 at 3:32 AM My dear Nette, Congratulations - what a wonderful write and deserved honor with you win. Poetry hugs, Jennifer.

James Marshall Goff February 10, 2019 at 12:09 AM Congrats, Nette...your pen is eloquent as usual! appears this young man did return home, thankfully...we had friends growing up in the 60's who never came back from the 'nam, or if they did, spiraled out, i think the first to go fight in any war should be legislator's family members, this may lead to a second opinion!

Carolyn Devonshire February 9, 2019 at 4:18 PM You create some awesome images with your pen, Nette. What I liked most was the way you conveyed a family/person waiting for a son to return from war. Congratulations on your win. There were many wonderful entries to this contest and nearly all of them were difficult to rank. Best wishes, Carolyn

M. L. Kiser February 9, 2019 at 2:27 PM There's always hope; I love this poem. It should do quite well in the contest, so the best of luck to you.

Vegter Papyrus February 9, 2019 at 1:07 PM Lines 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 is poetic maturity. I am happily jealous!! Vegter Papyrus February 9, 2019 at 1:07 PM Even through the pain.

Vegter Papyrus February 9, 2019 at 12:48 PM Before i finished the poem, i had to leave a comment before fnishing. The opening, is the perfect genesis!!! Now i may continue...

Richard Lamoureux February 9, 2019 at 8:02 AM Beautiful! What an apt description of such a wonderous event. Hugs Rick.

Robert Lindley February 8, 2019 at 1:14 PM Truly a jewel in your poetry crown ear friend. With such classic feel and images provoked this reminds me of the works of the long gone but legendary poets of the golden age.. A fav-- A true pleasure to read..

Lawrence Sharp February 8, 2019 at 10:14 AM Excellent, Nette, beautifully written, as so much of your work is.

Heidi Sands February 8, 2019 at 7:38 AM Very nice Nette. Well written, touching! :)

Tom Cunningham February 8, 2019 at 7:25 AM A poetic gem Nette, you write so well and you're a great inspiration on soup. Tom.

Vijay Pandit February 8, 2019 at 7:10 AM Quite lovely..shining in promise of hope. Best for a win, Nette.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 8, 2019 at 6:59 AM - A beautiful piece of artwork, Nette :) - Luck in the contest :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Vladislav Raven February 8, 2019 at 6:28 AM Hi Nette, my first read of the day and it is such an excellent write. You have such a poetic grace in each piece you lay before us and this work is no exception. start to finish I was enthralled by this poetic gem. This is true poetry, singing into the mind with its grace. A fave. Have a wonderful Friday. Hugs....Mike. XX

Valerie Staton February 8, 2019 at 6:00 AM Good morning Nette! What a wonderful way for me to start my morning with these poetic words. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this work of art!