#197 of 365 – “old hopes”

“old hopes”


sometimes I miss the oblivion

blind youth affords


and the endless tomorrows

that innocence hoards


I am walking on a dried riverbed

of old hopes


where the dust of lost courage

wraps ‘round me and chokes


as I buckle underneath

of my prayers to sustain


till God sees fit

and sends nourishing rain


to soften the blight

of my inner terrain




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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6 Responses to #197 of 365 – “old hopes”

  1. pi314chron says:

    Lots to admire here; the metaphors just scream “dryness,” which is a recurring theme in haiku, so no wonder this is one of my favorites. Been sick for the past 3-4 days but just had to comment. ((hugs))


  2. Starralee says:

    Oh wowza, this is powerfully good.

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