Hope's Silver Plumb Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Steeped in despair like some dimming eventide,
his crimped soul embraces fleeting thoughts beside
the howling, feral rapids
surging far below,
Pondered he once more how life and love doth collide.

A pearlescent August moon of revealing light
suddenly showered rays of sound at his drunken plight.
Thrum of distant, sad heartstrings
he heard sounding in her breast.
He saw hope's silver plumb swinging near, ever bright.

Acidic tang of unrequited love gives way to utter bliss,
as he recalls the unrelenting joy of her last beguiling kiss.
Stepping away from the craggy edges of the brink
of despair, he relieves himself in the swirling, swelling
abyss.