Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays’ take on things and experiences

Hope

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six times
I reached for the solution
in that beckoning dream
sixty times
it was
of revolution extremes
without once recognizing
any hope to yet capture
a golden ring of uncertainty
sailing past all the action
cast off without doubt
simple oversight in large part
for reasons unreasonable
shed with no heart
to the wind in tall trees
where hope hopefully rides
to be found on the breeze
available to all sides

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Written by johnwhays

September 27, 2015 at 10:05 am

Posted in Creative Writing

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  1. Lovely. One of your older posts about the healing of just being in nature reminded me of a walk I went on recently called Shin run Yoku or something like that. It means forest bathing in Japanese. It was delightful.

    Jane

    September 27, 2015 at 3:24 pm


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