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Sameness

Hemmed in on each side by pier post
And rope that holds no hope.
But in the East the sun everyday rises
Assurance in sameness there's no need to grope

Date: 04/21/2021
Contest: Liberum Divisa 5
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden

From my poem: Colorful Umbrella

anxietydepressionfree verse

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Howard Kerr

June 3, 2026 at 1:11 AM

Sometimes there is hope and beauty in repitition. A perceptive free verse, Sara. Deserving of multiple awards this poem. Howard

Sara Kendrick

June 3, 2026 at 5:19 AM

Your comments add a special dimension to my poem. I hope this is a wonderful day for you. Sara K.

Brian Sambourne

June 10, 2021 at 11:00 AM

So nicely rhymed, Sara, + a thought provoking piece as well. Let's pray that there are some ropes of hope in this chaotic world. Take care. Best wishes, Brian

Sara Kendrick

June 10, 2021 at 3:31 PM

Brian, There is hope in Jesus but the world is coming to an end because that is the way it is supposed to be. Thanks for stopping by. Sara

Jack Horne

April 25, 2021 at 7:24 AM

love this thoughtful piece

Sara Kendrick

June 10, 2021 at 3:29 PM

thanks, Jack. Your presence is appreciate. Sara

Jennifer Proxenos

April 25, 2021 at 7:22 AM

How can a person cross a bridge when there is a rope that holds no hope - very sad, both sides are stuck to their own sides for who will risk his life to go out and fix this rope with no hope - excellent verse Sara. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Sara Kendrick

April 25, 2021 at 8:11 AM

Jennifer, Sometimes we get caught up in those situations where there is no hope and we feel that we face a place like that with rotten pier post and rotten rope that will not catch us. We know that tomorrow is going to be just the same as yesterday and today and forever but we get up and go on until God decides to change things for us. Thanks for stopping by. Your comments are spot on.Sara

Richard Lamoureux

April 25, 2021 at 7:09 AM

I love the title of your original poem. This excerpt stands up well on its own.

Sara Kendrick

April 25, 2021 at 8:07 AM

Richard, Thanks for the visit and taking time to comment. I appreciate that very much. Sara

Harry Horsman

April 23, 2021 at 10:31 PM

Interesting Sara, something to cling on to i wonder? good luck in contest.

Sara Kendrick

April 24, 2021 at 4:00 AM

Harry, You would think a rope on a pier would be there for support but time can take away the safety that it offers due to decay or aging whichever way you want to look at it. Thanks for your visit for it is always an uplifting review. Sara

Michelle Faulkner

April 23, 2021 at 2:26 PM

A rope which holds no hope, how evocative, makes me think of being held captive with no sense of freedom, best wishes for the contest!

Sara Kendrick

April 24, 2021 at 3:56 AM

Michelle, Thanks for the well wishes. Yes, sometimes life seems like being held captive if a person has the wrong attitude. Your presence at my page is supportive. Sara