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