poetry

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.

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Eric

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9 thoughts on “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 🙂 )

    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 🙂

    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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