With a new year in mind, I recently wrote a poem in simile form about hope, how I see it and what it means to me.
Hope: a poem in simile
Hope is ….
obtuse, ethereal, and misty
but also
a life preserver,
an anchor in life’s storms,
and a star to set our course by.
Hope is . . .
a ghost of a whisper,
a plea in the dark,
and a dream of a dream
but also
real, a light, and essential.
Hope is . . .
evasive, slippery, and demanding
but also
can be captured, if one is careful,
held to, if one has faith,
and governed, if one has courage.
Hope is . . .
sometimes more than I deserve,
an unlikely wish for freedom in the dungeons of life,
and a pedestal, too far above me
but also
universal, fathomable, and attainable.
Hope is . . .
a prayer when all appears lost,
how we place one foot in front of the other,
and the nourishment of our spirits
but also
invisible, weighty, and insatiable.
Hope is . . .
a huntress, stalking the future,
an exhausting cycle,
crushing in its loss
but also
meat, breath, and life to our souls.
Hope is . . .
Jenny Knipfer (c) 2021
How do you see hope?
Thanks for reading and many blessings in the new year! J