even breath offers hope


no matter the jubilant ribbons that string from me

or strike in desperate sheets

of seething frustration

it sticks

like a lion to the golden ground




it sings, this blind thing,

like a sword

stripping notes from the sky


falling slowly

begging touch

sweet lopping of heads

a silver screen, pops and jumps

making obvious the distortion that laps at my heart

more and more I laugh and yet it stays.


I hoped the laughing would coax it to light where it would fold over

revealing sharp edged flatness

but it seems the hoping just gives it a platform

and only acceptance offers hope

but that gives it a platform

that begs the acceptance that offers hope………. that gives….

even breath










Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

17 thoughts on “even breath offers hope

      1. the no sense is where the sense can be found most likely, not to say I have found it, but I think I may have occasionally come close to feeling something in there somewhere


    1. yes, maybe so, it is an attempt to eek out some kind of understanding of true surrender i think…. i think … 🙂
      xxx thankyou for your comment it takes me further into my intentions with this piece..


  1. Nice use of free verse with the artwork. I particularly love this image that you’ve drawn. It’s very powerful. There’s a sense of chaos and balance to it as well. I like that it’s effeminate and masculine at the same time.


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