These little parachutes of hope and love,
Which float beneath a scowling new year sky,
Will counteract, with luck, the force of hate,
The universal half-truth, and the lie.
Though we take pot-shots at the usual crowd,
And don’t look up above to see what’s there,
The parachutes may lead to better things
Than one more year of feeble, standard fare.
I love how hopeful this is! 😊
Thank you so much for this moving piece of verse, Philip. In many ways, human life is so fragile.
And thanks to Steve, Sofia and Holden for your support
When I was about 20 which was a long time ago I sat with an ex vet who served during the WW2....sipping neat whiskey and half a beer....
"He spoke of falling candles
And how of in the dark
A man’s shoot when it did not open
Flickered like a spark.
Many times he would land safely
Then pause and look to the sky
There he would see a flickering light
And know a man was about to die"
True story
Thank you for the comments, John and Flyntland. We need these little parachutes, hopefully of the right kind, to stay optimistic about 2023.
And thanks to Nigel, Frederick, K Lynn, Rudyard; Rose, Hélène, Patricia and Stefan for liking this.
I fear the parachutes may be of a different kind, Stephen. But, like you, I hope.
This poem is relevent to so many situations - many of us would love to - both send and recieve a - 'little parachute of love' - It would be such a lovely start to 2023
Thank you so much, Graham. I appreciate the encouragement and look forward to WOL poets doing this vital year proud.
All the best to you,
Steve
I think we all share your optimism Stephen and applaud you for keeping this subject matter foremost in our WOL poets' mindset.
I think the people of Ukraine need as many parachutes of hope as they can get. Bravo!
G
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Stephen Gospage
Sun 22nd Jan 2023 21:25
Thank you so much for your kind comment, Grace.