Spot of Hope
Drought and fire
scorch the parched earth.
Cyclonic rains
flood inland towns.
Polar extremes
that border each
other and have
destruction and
death in common.
But somewhere there’s
a spot of hope;
a fault line in
reverse where the
two extremes meet,
and rain rolls down
saturated
ground to douse the
fiery terrain.
Someday I’ll find
my spot of hope.
A prolific poet and
songwriter, Richard Sponaugle has been published (and rejected.) He was
born on April 20, 1960 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia. He
has a BA from George Mason University. He has worked many years as a
postal clerk in Alexandria, Virginia.
Dear Richard,
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem with a positive message, never lose hope even when it seems all hopeless.
Thank you so much for your contribution.
Best wishes,
Inge
Lovely poem with a great message
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your piece!
ReplyDeleteDear Rick,
ReplyDeleteYour words seem to ring true so often. Congratulations on your success here and in other venues. Thank you for being a part of Whispers all these years. Your support and encouragement have been greatly appreciated.
Blessings,
Karen