Written for https://dversepoets.com/
A slither of its former self
hanging above the stars
in a wish to brighten the darkness
in the universe.
Each night
growing in stature
protecting nature in a way no
human can.
A beacon, as a sea of shared senses
carry hope everlasting.
Published by writerravenclaw
I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.
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Hope can carry us forward when all else is dark.
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Definitely, and there is always hope.
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I love the way you describe the moon as a ‘sliver of its former self’, and as a beacon of hope.
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Thank you 😊
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If only there was a hope for the future.
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I think we are doing better and I am old enough to remember the constant fog/humidity in London. You don’t get that now. Although climate change is worrying. There is more we can do with recycling, food waste. Even stopping making plastic bags would be useful.
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I hope that your assessment is correct Diana. Over here the weather patterns are quite haywire.
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Terrific, Diana! And I love how you played with the words “sliver” and “slither”!
Much love,
David
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Thank you 😊😊
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A lovely visual.
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Thank you 😊
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Beautiful poem! 🙂
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Thank you 💓
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