pour happy thoughts into your breakfast bowl that summer mayn't dry out hope leaving it on footpaths adrift amongst the stepping stone madness of commuter feet try looking for a moment through the spectrum of flowers petal art by vein they have hearts too open to the sun begging for bees and if they wilt it’s not death only the gift of fallen decay grabbed up by next year’s springers to dance and splash our eyes with rainbows of light’s intersecting rivers once again
Over eighteen months ago, I sent a message in to Nick Cave’s webpage “Red Hand Files” asking: if he were to write a song of hope for today’s children, what would he write? As you have probably gathered by now, I am a popular culture ignoramus and I was unaware that Nick Cave had lost his own son. So perhaps it was a cruel question but I was hurting after that awful summer and I liked the idea of his poetry finding its way to this cause. Anyway, he hasn’t yet responded. So I have tried to write my own. There is so much to be gloomy about and so much distrust of our leaders. It’s hard to claw back hope.
I will submit this to the dVerse open link night #300
This is wonderful. I especially like “and if they wilt / it’s not death / only the gift / of fallen decay” Well done!
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Many thanks, Bob
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wonderful: I love the buoyant opening, the thread of Hope that weaves through the poem, and the metaphoric ‘flowers — begging for bees; —
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Thanks John. It arrived in disconnected morsels. It was fun puzzling them out.
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It is a poet’s job to instill hope and I love your last stanza with that splash of light, so beautiful! 😍
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Thanks, Tricia. I shrivel without hope. Sometimes it’s like battling off cobwebs, listening to all the bad news. I flail arms quite wildly.
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Yes! I have to turn the news off half way through anymore. I just listen to some music instead!
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I love the optimism in this, and who wouldn’t want to pour happy thoughts into their breakfast bowl instead of cornflakes. 👍🙂
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🙂👍
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Your poem teaches children to celebrate the small and hope between the fires. Or because. It’s a mature hope, don’t you think? And beautiful–this world, its gift, your poem. (PS pity the luminaries basking in the glare of what this world’s become. Anonymity is a priceless gift!)
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Thank you, Brendan. That is a most lovely comment.
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You have a very pleasingly vivid and rather musical style and a certain freshness in the way you write. I enjoyed reading this, this morning – thnak you
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Many thanks! A very pleasing comment!!
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I love the current of hope that runs through this! We mustn’t give up while we have our children to provide with a future 🙂
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Exactly!!!
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Optimism is a gift – to be given especially to the young. Love the opening lines to this.
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Many thanks. 🙂
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I love the hope and the celebration to the circle of life. It is a lovely poem.
Like Nick Cave I lost my son and that has made me more attentive to the little things in life that I try to capture with my camera. You should not think to much about if the question was cruel. After all you didn’t know and we all have our crosses to bear.
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Thank you Ulle. I really appreciate your words.
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I love that opening! It’s intriguing and ambiguous – it could easily have the gone the other way. It reminds me of the statement found on some breakfast cereal boxes “some settling of contents may occur during transit”.
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😂😂. Ummm thanks?
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I’ve always thought of it as a deep philosophical statement about life. “Pour happy thoughts into your breakfast bowl” sort of goes with it.
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Ahhh. 😊 I see.
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Beautiful work
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Thank you! 🙂
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Love this especially; “try looking for a moment through the spectrum of flowers petal art by vein.” Sigh … beautiful, beautiful write 💝💝
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Many thanks. 🙂
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Oh, that’s good! Your second stanza is sticking in my head at the moment, I love i when this happens.
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thank you! 🙂
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