"Hope" still life

Hope

 

Skin twitched—

Fate gave humankind

life;

with the hum of a chord,

hope was born.

 

Once blurred,

photographs glow

with smoky-orange vibrance.

Humanity grasps light,

peeks from crumbled-corners

of a monotone dirge.

 

We scrape surface,

kiss air,

leave shadows to dust.

Craving incandescence,

we drift toward the sun.

 

When skies growl

and rain sears skin,

we shrink to soil;

recede in silence.

But like fresh October dawn,

we’ll taste light again.

 

Flame-pulse

forever flickers,

decaying earth

bleeds brilliant hues.

For every storm

that drowns the land,

we’ll yawp for faith,

bellow change,

 

roar for Hope.

 

 

Done