faerie dance, sprite on tiptoes

oh the anxiety of the hopeful
singing a song for the wishes
of shooting stars - and dandelions
blown clean as awhistle or the
short piece of the chicken's
wishbone held onto, fast
food doesn't cut a chicken
that way - not the way you
cut to my quick, taking a lazy
look over at the green fallow
fields of fate or the baled and
ready for the barn hay of life
unlived as waiting turns into
a restless head on restless
pillow in a restless bed under
a thin quilt and nothing else
between the universe and
life but some sheetrock lumber
shingles, else the stars would peep
as the dreams cause a struggle,
arms grabbing sides of the bed and
pulling the body around to center
and position for the symphony
of daybreak that comes when
all the others are chased
away by the sun, no faerie
dance, no sprite on tiptoes
none left to charm the dew away
as it falls to mourn the passing
of the twilight and the
rising of the sun
oh the anxiety of the hopeful

Hope the noun

Yes, "hope" may be lost,
and is sometimes crossed,
by others completely unknowing.

The ideal hope internal,
to gain best desire eternal,
gift of hope seen gone and going.

Even so there is the other,
a hope the noun, will bother,
must stir fear upon arriving.

Why am I so deeply suspicious?
Hesitant, distrusting, superstitious
of hope's completion and conniving

For me to stop my hoping,
detachment improves my coping
hope then arrives, a new provision.

So lost hope, that is the verb,
does not essentially disturb
Hope the noun, what a jovial collision.

scars with hope

beyond suffering, failure, the rubbish heap of dreams

like scars upon a soldier these tag along with hope it seems

burden of unfairness, hope seems to promise understanding

not only correcting wrongs but hope is even more demanding

hope, ahhh, nature's seed survived all winter’s storms

planted, nurtured and released for suns and rains to warm

yet with each dark cloud that comes to bring water

frail sprouted hope awaits: hail, rage of wind or slaughter

hope is not just out there, it’s with us and needy too

and should hope be under duress what do we think to do?

protect our hope that’s bringing, with it a new day

showing hope in heart and life, encouragement on the way.