Hope
The attic of my mind is
my tranquil refuge where,
though incongruous images
sometimes jangle and rattle,
calm voices pierce the silence,
spark stray splinters of dissension
to sprout holy seeds that propagate
profusive as weeds into sacred visions,
remembrance of happiness, hope.
This poem was written forThe Sunday Whirl, using the words holy, image, rattles, jangle, splinters, fear, forthress, weed, pierce, vision, voices, sprouts.
A lovely, uplifting piece, Mary! I liked "attic of my mind!"
ReplyDeleteMy attic is running out of room, think there is any way to expand it?..haha
ReplyDeleteThe attic - a repository for things not needed immediately but too valuable to throw away.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely love the positive take you made of these words, Mary. Your attic is doing just fine, my friend,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Ahh, this is wonderful. Twelve wordle words woven perfectly into a tapestry. Huh, I seem to be stuck on “w.”
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and inspiring words, Mary, in dark times, your light shines brightly. I especially love "remembrance of happiness, hope."
ReplyDeleteI agree... very hopeful and uplifting. I love the attic mind, too.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Mary. You have a great skill with wordles.
ReplyDeleteYes hope arrives!
ReplyDeleteYour skills are showing Mary - enjoyed as always.
ReplyDeleteMary I loved this one~ I love the seeds and thoughts of hope~ It was really beautiful, great images arrived reading it~ Well Done!xXx
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, the message and the images of a tranquil refuge in "the attic of your mind" and "remembrance of happiness, hope." You are incredible.
ReplyDeleteWell done! Incorporating twelve diverse words into a condensed theme is no mean feat!
ReplyDeletevery well written :)
ReplyDeletea very positive and powerful take on those fearsome wordle words. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteI really liked this Mary, especially. . .
ReplyDelete"to sprout holy seeds that propagate
profusive as weeds into sacred visions,
remembrance of happiness, hope."
Worderfully wordled! :-)
I know I read this yesterday, thought I left a comment too but see I didn't.
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree, it is full of hope and gentle in its flow.
This is beautiful. You are so good at these wordles; at making sense of them. The ending is so powerful and unexpected.
ReplyDeleteI like your hope and the way you captured it, Mary. Once again you have not only tackled wordles, but raised them to a true art form.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of seeds of remembrance of happiness.
ReplyDeleteIncredible, the way you knit those disparate words together!
ReplyDeleteI love the attic image.
ReplyDeletePerhaps there is a little remembering of "who" we are, it the mist of longing and sorrow. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMary, This is beautiful writing. Each word disappears into the whole, and the reader is left with hope.
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful, Mary.
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