"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2017 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw or get my first book and see how the work evolves with new books rolling out next year.

Polly Alice

Friday, July 16, 2010

Hope falls

Here is a poem made of three haiku.  The word hope appears in a different line each time, as I think about working up to a new form, the sestina. This group of poems are metaphorical, but also about a baby named Hope that died in infancy, and my own daughter who died in utero in 2010.

Hope falls like rose buds
clipped before bloom or budding
laying on the ground

Pigeons peck seeds or songs
hope is the thing with feathers
falling to the ground

Sitting silently
we may let each other down
hope is the only light

we see from underground

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