Poem Body
Frivolously fumbling
their withering way
Never seeming to stay
On the same
prevalent path
painted before
their tattered
tales of time.
And yet with
fear firmly fastened
in their hearts.
They still stiffly
stammer down
that slightly
slanted slope
with their
heedful hearts
hanging on
any hidden
hints of hope.
Comments
My inspiration
https://youtu.be/kiT2pv4I1Ec?si=EuJ3SCRI9nVQML06
Those First Steps
Hello, Edward,
It's wonderful to see your poetry! This is fascinating. I love the title and can picture a baby wobbling, learning to walk with both hesitation and determination. Brave and hopeful! There is also the sense of our own first step toward the unknown, how we must be bold and brave, too. Filled with hope. Your alliteration is remarkable.
Thank you!
L
Thank you
To me bravery means to do something even though you’re afraid of It. And when you’re naive you tend to try new things full of hope.
You don’t know anything until you try
I like...
the vision of a heart
stammering down that slightly slanted slope,
grasping at roots and tufts of grass,
hopeful of a happy ending.
Sparse, but rich in flavor. I like the language,
the thought and the presentation. Nice to see you writing again, ~ Geez.
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