parched
,
we stretch our palms
in prayer, in praise
and raise
(our kids, our roofs, our voices)
into something hopefulmore,
some ivory starplace
restored, a
stark white sky-scribbled in clouds.
we scratch soul algorithms
into trees,
some fragment faith
some papered hum.
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. Come paper-play with me!
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“Some ivory starplace restored”…nice. Your close is killer. They say that in the middle ages, poets in prison would write poetry on the walls with their own feces.
Gah. I might have gone for blood, instead. Literally “opening a vein.”
Hopefulmore… what a wonderful way to describe how we have to feel when the world had gone mad.
Gah. I might have gone for blood, instead. Literally “opening a vein.”
Sorry, reply meant for Glenn’s comment.
Thanks, Bjorn. Sometimes the words just spill, and I leave them where they landed.
So happy you have paper that some may land our way.
Oh De, nice… and still we go, round and round those soul scratched trees — chasing futility.
Thanks, Rob.
Oh, your word-making is wonderful, and I really feel the yearning in this. It almost feels wrong to look for beauty at the moment.
Thank you so much, Sarah.
lovely the way it builds those castles in the sky, away from harm.
Thank you, Lisa.
You’re welcome.
I love your words “hopefulmore” and “a papered hum”!
Thank you, lynn.
‘some ivory starplace’
Yes, that would do nicely, but the wild flowers growing would be fine too.
We are a crazy world yes indeed, we leave the paper on and sometimes write the trees.
Luv “hopefulmore”
Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much💜love
Oh, this is beautiful! And those final lines are just glorious.
I love the expansive reaching in this, De…not arriving, but there is hope in the reaching!
“we scratch soul algorithms
into trees,” … a beautiful and thought provoking phrase! This poem seems like song. ❤
Beautiful hopeful and uplifting piece De. Love that hopefulmore,
some ivory starplace.
Yes, a hopefulmore starplace . I want to go there! Love your wordplay!
Oh this is fabulous… “we scratch soul algorithms
into trees,” ☺️💕
And that title just drew me in, you clever girl.
My favorite line: “we scratch soul algorithms/into trees,”. Wow. Such an image.
Beautifully-worded, and of real substance….oh how I agree with you…
Even in the chaos a beautiful poem can be created…restored in some form of peace in those white clouds of hopefulmore
Fabulous. Whiteboard clouds and the creations that come despite despair. I raise my pen in cheers to these sentiments.
“we scratch soul algorithms ” I like that. Beautiful wordplay, and of course “hopefulmore”.
Very nicely done. Love this… we scratch soul algorithms into trees,
“Hopefulmore” sounds good for these times. Beautifully expressed.
Oh, that’s good. Such a buildup of parchment, from parched to paper hum. 👍🏼👍🏼
Love this:
Lovely, De!
Sincerely,
David
“Paper hum” gave me a chill … a thoughtful prompt, Ms. De!!
Wonderful wordcraft De, and who couldn’t love ‘Hopefulmore’ .
praying for peace is the only hope we can offer from afar … that this madness ceases. You composed such a poignant plea
aww- yes. loved this line most of all: stark white sky-scribbled in clouds. lovely poem that brings serenity. Thanks.
That was terrific.
Love every word-pairing in this, De. A lovely, peaceful poem.
Your poem speaks to me. I feel it. These lines especially,
“we scratch soul algorithms
into trees,
some fragment faith
some papered hum. ”
Thank you for sharing it.
Sorry for the late reply, all. I’ve been out of town. Appreciate your kind comments so much, but most especially, your beautiful responses to the prompt! It brought out so many amazing poems! ❤