Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Twenty-Four Hours--By Jack Horne--England

Twenty-Four Hours

A sunny day, with little breeze,
the sky is blue, no clouds around, 
I sit beneath the shady trees,
with fragrant flowers on the ground,
on days like this, I think of you,
and feel my wishes may come true.

A balmy calm, a restless night,
the moonlight fills my lonely room,
I long to join an owl in flight,
or buzzing insects on a bloom,
I pace the floorboards, certain of
the awful truth: I lost your love.

Yet, dawn awakes my hope again;
I step outside, refreshed by rain...

Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry. He is Whispers Activity Features Editor.

7 comments:

  1. Dear Jack,

    A beautiful poem about feelings of loss but still the positive spirit remains. Thank you for sharing my friend.

    Love,
    Inge

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  2. Thanks very much for the lovely comments

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  3. Jack,
    Nice, I specially like the last two lines!
    Your friend,
    David

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  4. Jack, I like how you do not let the sadness overwhelm the poem. The hope, wherever it leads, shines through.

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  5. Hi Jack. Love the romantic write. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!

    -MJ
    (www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)

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  6. Dear Jack,
    Avery refreshing take on hope
    Knight Writer

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