Eyes full of ashes,
tomorrow stumbles on ice
and empires weep Blues.
Horror is coming
to die. I hear the wailing,
and echo the chant
of chances waiting
to be
taken.
I will turn my heart
towards the brightest and darkest
bits of the dwarfed dawn.

photo by Yousef Espanioly, on Unsplash
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #71: Waiting.
Beautiful, honest and brave. May we not fail those chances.
ReplyDeleteMy heart echoes your wishes.
DeleteI vision of hope and/or total destruction, equally calming to the soul XXX
ReplyDeleteDancing between chaos and balance.
DeleteThis is a poem potent with fears and hopes, Magaly. I love the phrase ‘tomorrow stumbles on ice’ and the thought of the ‘brightest and darkest bits of the dwarfed dawn’.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim.
Delete"...chances waiting to be taken..." Where we're at. Welcome the dawn. Outstanding work.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ron.. I hope our next steps take us to better places.
DeleteThis denies none of the horror, but it also denies none of the hope. I love how powerful it feels because the two are balanced. Somehow the hope just feels that much more real this way.
ReplyDeleteI love how you see it, Rommy. It's exactly how I feel it.
DeleteOminous, yet with a note of hope.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debra.
DeleteA world out of control waiting to see if there could be hope in the new dawn. A miracle or a magic wand seems to be needed. Woe to all who brought this mess on. It read very easily though.
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I think the kind of magic our world needs involves understanding that magic isn't free, that one must work for it, for everything...
DeleteYour lovely spirit shines through, as always, finding a bit of light and hope.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bev.
Deleteyou always speak Power, Magaly, and embody it ~
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm so glad you think so.
DeleteAlso, it's really nice to read you here.
DeleteOh, this one is ominous. May hope still wrap its arms around us, comforting us
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday
Much💚love
I'm hoping for the same.
DeleteThis is wonderful! Chances waiting to be taken ... I say bring 'em on! I believe you do as well.
ReplyDeleteYes, I do!
DeleteBeing hopeful will help us through most things, so never give that up Magaly.
ReplyDeleteNot ever, Robin.
DeleteI do love "tomorrow stumbles on ice," and the chances waiting, wailing. ALso, that you allude to it being darkest before the dawn, where it's also the brightest, where hope is, where tomorrow will appear.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right, Lisa. We fell so deep into the worse kind of darkness, that there is only up and bright now. I hope we soar (and roar) to the occasion.
DeleteGreat opening on this, Magaly! hopeful/fearful about sums it up.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarah.
DeleteEyes full of ashes... black and white, but also hot and dry, as if there are no more tears. The darkest and lightest taken by heart, an acceptance of all and everything in between. I find this very fulfilling.
ReplyDeleteI'm very happy you find it to be so, Lori.
DeleteBeautiful, powerful and filled with hope! Big Hugs Magaly!
ReplyDeleteBiggest hugs to you!
DeleteBeautifully written
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rob.
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