Hopelessness
Hope is a thing there's less and less of
As the rude world falls apart
But a blue tit built a nest to sing
It was Spring in his birdy heart
And the poet wrote another note
Of hope that springs in human breast *
Have I lost my humanity
Or am I just weary?
Weary like Rutebeuf,
Whose friends were few and scattered far
Maybe a bird would be hopeless if it hopped less
Should I change my step, some other thing?
My hair, my face, maybe my car,
Or, be like birdie and learn to sing?
Noreen V
* “Hope springs eternal in the human breast” Alexander Pope
Noreen and I have been sharing our love for words for the past eleven years (we were teenagers then, obviously ;) ). It's been my privilege and honor to have read her and to have been read by her through the years. This poem comes from an assignment half jokingly given to her in the comments of this post, and she was kind enough not only to oblige but to also let me share it with you.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks Noreen!
