Hope

The world stirs, breathes
and moves in its own way,
in measured moments of
unexpected being and

becoming, where fear
and hope walk side by
side, and sometimes
share a smile of new

understanding; for they
were forged in the same
fire, and honed by the
same hammer, beaten

through the molten
days, until they took
shape and form in
this strange, beautiful

and mysterious cosmos;
where life dances to
its own unique tune-
perfect in its own way,

despite the tangled
flaws, of brokenness,
and its fraying dreams,
and bright, worn edges.

https://dversepoets.com/2019/12/17/poetics-new-year-new-world/#comment-192921

Scent

The sense of it enticing,
full measure of delight,
the scents of it inviting;
perfumed dance requites.

In aromatic envelope,
your body lingers still,
drifts of distant memory;
grief can never quell.

In fabric folded gift,
clothes no longer worn,
you stay with me eternal;
lost life forever torn.

The sense of it enticing,
full measure of delight,
the scents of it inviting;
perfumed dance denied.

Echo

Life is small, tiny in the truth of itself, 
and yet, the sound it makes, eternal
in that echo of being, resounding, and
bouncing off the hollow walls of time

is enormous, and we stand, listen
and hold to awe, reflecting that so
much can come, from so little, and 
that even in the smallest things is 

something great, with a voice which
calls throughout the corridors of ages
and demands we listen; holds us to
account in this great, cosmic play. 

https://dversepoets.com/2019/12/10/poetics-echo-echo-echo/