hope’s cold remains

Bitterness, hope’s cold remains, sees only malice, returning the same. Anger, is but sorrow with thorns, tears turned to ice, as sadness had warned.


As an aside, I saw a post the other day which said that art, in its various forms, is hope. Sage words, and I wish I could remember who to credit. Thank you.

9 Replies to “hope’s cold remains”

  1. Hey, now you changed everything around, lol.
    I went to your author page. It’s nice to see your face. Your smile makes me happy. 🙂 Good luck with your new book, too. (there’s nowhere to comment on that page 🙂 )

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    1. Lol. Yes, I did. I have 2 other websites I’m working on (not for poetry), and I decided to use the same theme on all so I don’t have to learn my way around quite as much code. They’re still styled differently tho. Thank you for the well wishes. I’ll put a comment box on that page. Good idea you have there 🙂

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    1. Thank you. This is an older piece, generalizing, tho true. I suppose these smaller thoughts deserve some expansion. Much is lost to brevity, still existing, tho not expressed.

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