Wishfulness Poems | Examples

.
                                whut

                    where would whun(wordsmith)
                              wonder
                              wander
                        without werdz

                      Whence weren't
                              Work'n 
                     When woke were
                                Wuz

                               wine
                           wick'dnis

                        wishfulness
                               wine

                                  ")



*"whence"; from which

85TH BIRTHDAY –
Journal IX

Nostalgia figures no
time span
An event of many,
many years seems no
more
      than a few
Looking out on the
world with the same
eyes
Memory is tricked
Ah yes that, but
wishfulness too

Events      colors
take on a magical
gleam
The mind-body
frolics with actions
of a child,
Hop scotching,
kicking the can
Long lost sounds
ghostly renew

All pain is
forgotten
In favor of some
drowsy awareness
One is surprised
that memory has, for
the
      moment, erased
that pain
Periods of nostalgia
increase

The slipping away is
frightening –
What is death but
A complete slipping
away –
In these last few I
shall covet reality

RESTR

I see
I see that kid in the corner of the orphanage with that pesky cleft lip that nobody 
wants to call theirs.
I see his hope.
His sorrow.
His hatred.

I see 
I see that poor woman down the street with that abusive husband that she never 
tells anyone about.
I see her wishfulness.
Her cuts and bruises.
Her fear.

I see
I see that sad tree in the tropics with that blood-red X splashed across it waiting to 
be cut down.
I see it's lost future.
It's homeless would've-been residents.
It's weakness.

I see
I see a world that needs to open their eyes. A world that has the choice to make a 
difference but chooses poorly.
I see it's weakness and it's strength.
I see it's past and it's future. 
I see it's healthy and it's ill.
But most of all,
I see it's problem and it's solution.

been save-en pocket change
  to catch a train
  a ride to the world
  of milk an honey

  pockets ran empty
  not un-like
  the lies of hope

  so i cast
  with empty eyes
  upon a garden
  made of stone

  the wishfulness
  of hope
  the hopefulness
  of a wish ?

  so i sit in ponder
  within a garden 
  made of stone

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