“Glimmer of Hope,” by Matt Talbert
Terminal Wasteland?
Each of us convinced of our unlovability
Each of us inverse possessed of sensibility
Blind to darker templates of old brands from long ago
On a boat that had no sails, no oars, and’s full of holes
Worked with sightless striving to prove right our deepest fears
Filtered out the pretty parts, heard worst with broken ears
Grueling tests and judging messed, the losers got no prize
Gave each other iron rods to fix our broken spines
Love and patience reigned in our sweet union’s herald dawn
Honey’s moon arose, then set upon love’s tattered lawn
We, two faceless ornaments, played out our rehearsed parts
Season’s done, no seeds to yield from dried and sterile hearts
Traveled on, away, we did from cursed and sigiled course
Once again alone confirmed with terminal remorse
We may choose for each new dance a shadow, our dark twin
Or waken now, enchantment null – lovable again.
This is my third and final quatrain for Frank H’s 2-week dVerse prompt. Composing it has been an act of catharsis, with residual consideration of what before has seemed impossible. Constructive feedback is encouraged and welcomed.
Tao Talk 
Dark with glimpses of light.
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Good call 🙂
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Nice poem.
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Thank you. Blood, sweat, and tears writing it.
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I like how this went from unlovable to lovable at the end. Very nice sound.
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Thank you, Frank. The end did not start out that way, but in tweaking it…
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This is so profound.
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Sadje, thank you. A little piece of me is in this poem.
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I can feel that.
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very deep, I’d suggest a big piece of you is invested in this 🙂
Fulfilling expected norms, didn’t work now ready to spread your wings!
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at least on paper 😉
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Great post 🙂
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Thank you.
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Beautiful turn towards the end, to light and awakening.
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Thank you very much, Grace.
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This was so familiar and raw Lisa. I loved the first stanza:
Each of us convinced of our unlovability
Each of us inverse possessed of sensibility
Blind to darker templates of old brands from long ago
On a boat that had no sails, no oars, and’s full of holes
Beautifully written and I loved the haibun ❤️
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Christine, I know this subject is your poetic forte. Thank you very much for your comment.
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I really love the imagery in this poem. You spell out the details so well…
Honey’s moon arose, then set upon love’s tattered lawn.
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Thank you, Dwight.
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