Hope

Hope is like a spoor, in the dense wood of your goal,
thick the wall of trees and thicker the darkness
all around but when the lonely benighted wayfarer-
the pioneer of your dream, takes the initiative and
trudges along, elbowing the bushes and tramples

over the grasses ,another walker discovers a path
already waged and pretty soon the ground loosens
as if worn through. Rain puddles in the heelprints
and pedestrians walk around widening the emergent
rut into a road ,broad enough for a modern bus ....







Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2022-04-05 at 10:08

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Such an evocative poem - the imagery of hope as a spoor in a dense wood, and then then the emergent rut. Bravo Yoonos!
2022-04-06