Hope

[herbavore]

Hope

Sometimes hope walks in
in her little old lady sweater,
her slippers slap slap slapping softly on the wood floors
in the front room.
I can hear her in the hallway
shuffling towards me
and I know
before she even bumps the door open
(entering sideways, head down)
that her hands are full
of flowers and a dog-eared book and
one cool clear glass of water.
In she comes
Sloshing and scented and smiling.
She sets it all down at my side
And all I have to do
Is pick it up.

 

[New]

I like this.

Did you have anybody in mind when you wrote this?

 

[herbavore]

No, just a mental vision of a personified hope. I like to do that with emotions--write about them as people or at least doing things people might do.

I wrote a ton of them about fear when I went on my little self-exile last year. I found that my first week in South America was pretty much like the purge of an ayahuasca trip without the aya (regurgitating just about every single fear I have ever had and manufacturing a whole slew of new ones). One of my friends back home suggested writing about fear as if fear were a person--what would it look like, speak like, act like? I liked the exercise of it and who knows? Maybe that is why I stopped being scared for the remaining 4 months.

 

[New]

Hmmm...interesting.

 

[Raz]

I really like this! I dig the idea of hope being comfortable and nurturing

 

[Captain.Heroin]

I really liked this one.

 

[gr33n3y3z]

+ 1 nice herb.

 

[Pagey]

Love it. So comforting