Inspired by the random word Oracle.
Hope
Looking for signs in the cold grass
ant-clamber through stalks
and roots hoof-scuffed and scraped
looking for bees
in unopened flowers
bats in frosty air
and the secret scented
air pockets of summer trees
beneath these black boughs.
Hope flies among the heavy clouds
grey as bombers limping home
over the dead horizon
swims the swathes of rippling branches
buds tight but longing to burst
in shoals of blossom.
It seems absurd to sleep
when the world is stirring
deep-earthed and restive
searching for a light so long
in piercing the wintry gloom
that makes a wild ocean of the sky
for pearls and sea glass glowing
with the memory of past summers
golden days silver nights.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
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This has an intense push and pull. Exactly how the world feels to me right now. (K)
Thanks. I like how it came out. Usually I find the random words less inspiring than the magnet Oracle.
At first I tried to use as many words as possible–it’s easier just to go with what jumps out at you.
Yes, most of the words are just ‘words’. Padding.
I love this. The last stanza evokes many memories. 💜
Thanks Colleen. I’m pleased with this one 🙂
It’s excellent.
Thank you xxx
I can read this now that I’ve done mine. 🙂 I agree with Kerfe.
I love the wild ocean of the sky–that’s exactly it.
We chose many of the same words, of course. I had secret scents but cut it.
I’m not sure I know this Redon.
Thank you 🙂
I’ll be over to read yours now. I’ve used this Redon before. I assume it’s in the Wikimediia collection.
You’re welcome.
It probably is. 🙂
🙂