Hope is the music we still hear
When the singing has long ceased.
Hope is the sunlight we still see
In the moonbeam rising east.
Hope is the kiss that lingers ’til
We and loved ones again meet.
Hope is the journey—
Yet complete.
Colin Lee
Time is a luxury in this hectic season. Even so, I believe it’s unforgivable to let the Mid-Autumn festivity pass without a coffee-break scribble (or a quick nod to Su Shi). With De hosting dVerse’s Quadrille #42 today, we’re to write a 44-word poem using the most timely of prompts – “hope”.
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The Pescetarian Poet 
Such beautiful derivatives of hope and lets all keep hoping.
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Thank you for reading!
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This is awesome. You totally nailed the concept of hope.
Perfect:
“Hope is the music we still hear
When the singing has long ceased”
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Thank you, Marley. Glad you hear that music too.
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Loved those last two lines: “Hope is the journey-/ Yet complete.”
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Thank you, and let’s keep walking.
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You have put forth the experience of hope perfectly
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Jolly kind of you to say so, though I’m a pauper of experience. Thank you!
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Hope is that and even more.
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I agree, Bjorn. So much more than a mere 44 word can prescribe.
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Sigh. Rhyme serves you SO well here. Just wonderful.
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Thank you, De, for your hosting and reading.
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The need for hope implies we are on a journey as you mention toward the end of the poem.
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A journey of constant discovery and rediscovery. Thank you, Frank.
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This is beautiful!
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Thanks, Jenna. 🙂
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This is my favorite line:
Hope is the music we still hear
When the singing has long ceased.
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Thanks, Grace. Come up with it in the shower (and Heaven knows why the singing must cease).
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A wholeness in your poem, Colin.
You are in my thoughts so very often – I know that beautiful Christina must be your constant joy!
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And you in mine, my friend. This week, we’ve got a major trade fair — well into Saturday evening. (How cruel … Who’s gonna come on Saturday anyway?) Hopefully I’ll be reading some good Jilly’s jade instead of swatting flies at the booth. (Just don’t tell my boss.)
Pure joy of mine Christy is indeed. Can’t wait for my Sunday nap (with her on my chest, of course). Thanks for dropping by!
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Yeah, I’ve always wanted to go to a trade fair for a fun Saturday night!
I remember holding my baby daughter on my chest in a rocking chair to get her to sleep, only to wake up two hours later in the same spot! It is bliss!
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I’m afraid our trade fair isn’t a fun fair. Lol Bliss it is!!
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Such a lovely, uplifting quadrille. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank *you* for reading!
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