An end is a new beginning;
A beginning for what, for whom?
The old crashed, the new emerges,
Slowly, hesitatingly beating back the pain.
For what, for whom? No answers;
Just thousands of shreds meaning nothing,
And a hope, a hope that
Maybe one day; it's not enough.
The winds of fortune will blow;
Unable to strike out I bow
To their mighty and cruel power;
willing their crashing blows to cease.
But you are not fickle fortune;
you are mine, you are there.
we'll meet one day, I know,
You, my vision of happiness anon.
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Surya, the Ayrus! said...
I loved the air of hysteria in your verse... nice nice! i too blog btw:)
27 June 2008 at 15:41
San said...
optimism is always good. makes me want to stand up and clap at the end. :)
27 June 2008 at 16:41
Merrie Destefano said...
Cool stuff, Paul!
Blessings on your writing,
Merrie
27 June 2008 at 19:52
Granny Smith said...
May fortune smile on you! Your writing is our good fortune.
27 June 2008 at 21:57
Lilibeth said...
What a cool feeling, the hope beyond despair.
27 June 2008 at 22:33
Anonymous said...
paul, i could not help but to wonder.. a continuation of the story... the last chapter or line...or just a breather for the author... regardless it is a beauty.. it has been delightful
28 June 2008 at 02:29
danni said...
good to know there are still people not jaded or discouraged --- your verse was very moving!!!
28 June 2008 at 04:59
Lucy said...
i just love the optimism in this poem, wish I could bottle it up and keep it with me. :)
28 June 2008 at 05:15
Tammie Lee said...
you present so many sides of our feelings and in the end more hope, wonderful.
1 July 2008 at 19:28
Shadow said...
that's lovely...
4 July 2008 at 09:09