#124 of 365 – “echoes”



I don’t know where they go

or who’s there to listen


and I don’t know what it is that

changes my condition


I’ve felt compulsions I’ve had

for a lifetime lifted


seen old tears watch the ashes

of children get sifted


I’ve been in blue-green water so clear

it made me weep


as the desperate and hungry

lay ignored in the street


I’m not clear how love

can ride the echoes of despair


and I can’t answer if troubles

are made more bearable with prayer


but inevitably, my sorrows

along with my hopes end up there



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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One Response to #124 of 365 – “echoes”

  1. pi314chron says:

    The way you weave hope and despair together is so magical! It’s like a roller coaster UP to the heights of hope and then plunging headlong DOWN into the valley of despair. And in all the questioning of the poem, there is always HOPE. I’m very glad to see the added last couplet. As it was, I always felt like something was missing.

    In a word — Wunderbar!

    (((hugs))) — Ron

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