To Bring Hope
for today’s worth
Published in
1 min readJan 17, 2024
How you speak of forlorn fondness,
in pale coats of pastel sheen, to the scabs charred,
from amongst the winds so gentle — unposed
dress my heart in desolate stripes of colour
speak to me of isles afar, whence time began
without — consent of heart ‘n soul
sit me down today, by the woods so grey
in the bosom of your sorrow, gently so — I pray
share your pain — I promise, I will, in silence just
lest it flows to the day that comes next,
hold my hand staunch, in the tenderest touch
Hope to come.. someday — near or far!
Viraji Ogodapola © January, 2024
- Dedicated to my dear friend Shez, for the many moments of laughter shared, sporadic outbursts of cheer, and for her graceful endurance always, with hope.
- In response to Wry’s prompt on Hope:
