We sit quietly
waiting for the New Year chime
with a sense of hope
Poetry | Stories | Photography
We sit quietly
waiting for the New Year chime
with a sense of hope

A solitary weed
amongst flowers.
You crave the love bestowed upon the flowers,
yet a weed does not hold a place of love in this garden.
You let parts of yourself go;
a wish of hope on the wind.
She spends her time picking up old plastic bottles, finding half-eaten food, sipping on best past beverages, and nipping in and out of the supermarket bins.
A waif with no mother to hug her and no father to play games; she is alone, yet when the moon is full and shines upon her face, then the stars gather to tell her of the better days ahead.
The summer and the winter will pass,
as the good and the bad will pass.
Be like the many flowers in spring
or the colourful trees in autumn.
Wear hope like a cashmere scarf
around your neck to remind you that
we will all return to mossy mud.
Then live your life.

downtrodden man of strength
leading the way into the light
does he do everything by a star,
or is he full of distant starlight?
wavelets of change lap at the shore
slowly, slowly, they grow
now waves smash at the shore
A protagonist of hope in this world
the shore calls again
sea sounds sing a song of hope
off the summer coast
