a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Words and a Picture


Beneath the ever-present dust and cardboard
Lay the stones
Semi-ruined humans
With a collection of doubt
Share a different roof than BEFORE

The crestfallen
Thought there was only
A dismal chance
A new beginning

Hours contained within hours
Give birth 
To future possibilities
This collection of humanity
Shared doubt and ideas

Although dreaming was illegal
Hope was not
One by one
Humans with old stones and fresh hope
Began to build 


Helen said...

This is lovely, Gail ....

Sandra said...

a painting meant for you, it has rocks in it. and I like the title HOPE... beautiful poem

A Quiet Corner said...

Hope is something none of us should live without...that and talent and rocks...and snow!...:)JP

Susan Kane said...

I love the new beginnings after life takes a turn.

Love the art!

Farm Girl said...

That is very nice. You are so good with words Gail.

Sketching with Dogs said...

Your poem gives a wonderful sense of continuence.
Lynne x

Country Gal said...

Nicely written lovely picture to . Papa will be making a frame for the pictures you drew of Miggs for me . We are in the midst of a thunder snow sleet high winds rain storm . Hope the snow will melt after all the rain we are to get lol ! Thanks for sharing . Have a good day !

gabrielle said...

Sounds like the aftermath of the last great recession. So many lives broken. But there is always hope and the singing of stones.

Lynne said...

Very nice one Gail . . . Never give up on Hope!

humbird said...

Nice picture, and hope sounds in your words.

LindaG said...

Wow. Interesting poem, Gail. Have a good Friday! ♥

Saucy Kodz said...

First I noticed the painting and of course the ROCKS for I know of your collections and remembering where all or most of them came from. I very much enjoyed the poem and the hope with the message. I'd mail you a stone from here but the darn thing would weigh too much. I have a "Gail's Stone" nestled in my little stone wall though and it is "Gail's Stone" - sounds like the title of another poem to me. Hi There to Marcy, hugz to all. lol

Kerry O'Connor said...

Although dreaming was illegal
Hope was not...

What great lines, Gail. Your poem made me think.

Buttons said...

Oh Gail you make me think and dream. Love the poem and your sketch. hug B

Ella said...

Wonderful sketch and poem!
YOU make me want to create~

Kenia Cris said...

A lovely poem and great art to go with it!

Thanks for writing to my prompt, Gail. I'm glad it inspired you to write this beauty.

Take care and keep smiling. <3

Lorraine Renaud said...

Touching and oh so beautiful :O

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...