Hope Poem by Noreen Carden

you paint her sadness but the final brush is of hope. a lovely poem.

we all need time to heel. this poem takes us through that process with a gentle flow

Noreen, thanks for the poem note. in the lines: Plans postponed cannot be spent. Tides ebb and flow no matter what, For human plans don't care a jot. i'm having some trouble deciding what you want to say here. who or what is doing the caring, and about what? ? i think you mean to say that the tide keeps its schedule as it doesn't care at all for human plans. if that IS what you mean to say, i think i would just change the line: For human plans don't care a jot. TO: either: 1. For human plans, tides don't care a jot. OR 2. For human plans don't mean a jot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - noreen, you appear to be a romantic and an optimist. i am not the former, but i generally am the latter. JOT noun noun: jot; plural noun: jots 1. a very small amount. you didn't care a jot synonyms: iota, scrap, shred, whit, grain, crumb, ounce, (little) bit, jot or tittle, speck, atom, particle, scintilla, trace, hint; More informalsmidgen, tad not a jot of evidence - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i esp. like this line: Plans postponed cannot be spent. ............well, maybe spent at a later date? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - yes, though her heart may be bruised, it can recover nicely..............if she's lucky! nice rhyming, nice change in 'tone' from stanza one to stanza two. thanks for sharing. :) bri

Wow! This is beautiful! A 10 from me!

Wow u captured her emotions and pensive jilted feel in a fabulous poem! Kudos fav poetess.

Hope is the vessel that takes us through the turbulent waves of the sea of life! Appreciate the excellent comment of @Daniel Brick.

So she turns to greet the day. The water laps then slips away. Tides keep turning with the moon. at the end, you are giving us the power of determination.. thank u for your verses. tony

Her love will leave her heart behind' to a place best known to her.

What an amazing gift you gave that weeping woman! This poem is made up of sensitive words and quiet rhythms, a prayer is made up of words of faith and rhythms of hope. There is ample evidence in people's experience that prayer has positive benefits, so I'm sure this poem in some mysterious way benefitted the woman alone on the beach. I admire the steady flow of this poem, you found exactly the right way to express both the crushing defeat but also the beginning of a new life in the last lines. A VITA NUOVO

another day, another reading, same poem. i like it. :) bri was it only 3 weeks ago i read this the first time!