“I have seen flowers come in stony places…”
John Masefield


But really, how lucky am I?

Who else has seen what I have?

Because I have truly seen

an ocean of bright flowers,

but I have also come

by chance on beauty,

in the great, bare, stony,

unloved, un-nurtured places. 


This is another one for Amaya’s prompt at dVerse. The Masefield poem is, I think, a poem about trust and hope. It’s very short, and it’s one of my touchstones. This is really a riff on it, I suppose. 


11 thoughts on “Hope

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s