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Might Hope Someday Rise? A Poem

Chris has written poetry for 28 years though he focuses on short fiction. But watch out for the occasional twisted nursery rhyme.

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Might Hope Someday Rise?

I’ve been to the edge

And looked down

Upon the craggy cliff,

The brutally scarred face.


Each fissure a reminder of the violence

Of wind,

Wave,

And time.


The feet of the towering precipice bathe

In a pool of cascading tears

Shielded from the breakers

By scraps of their own demise.


Streams break forth from the sculpted brow

And strike sharp angles

That support lofty vistas,

Sorrowful eyes scanning the sea’s horizon.


Why those searching eyes?


Could it be

That hope might someday rise

Over the horizon of the bounding main?

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© 2020 Chris Mills