“Hope is a Con Man”


“Hope is a Con Man”

Another time; another place might be
but only age gives open eyes to see.
For,  if we were again but seventeen,
we’d stumble, still, as blind to destiny.

Oh, fervent Hope, he is the con man’s ruse.
He holds our breath and makes our heart beat fast.
Yet, all the while, he conjures to confuse.
His artifice;  a love that may not last.

Oh, youth has flown!  When we flew by our seat,
we viewed our space , high, from some mountain’s plain.
Where loose the pebbles roll beneath our feet,
Hope dangles us and leaves us for insane.

But, still, I hear his unforgotten rhyme:
I’m victim to this ploy; no fault of mine.

Rose photo by Michael Bartlett.

Photo: Michael Bartlett.

 

 

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6 Comments on ““Hope is a Con Man””

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    May 3, 2014 at 7:25 pm #

    Wonderful sonnet.. how true that the first love still lingers there..

    Like

  2. Dubious
    May 7, 2014 at 6:08 am #

    Yes you have sussed it out at last Jackie.
    Sometimes though it is good to have made a mistake
    when it turns out to be fine. I like it ,

    Like

  3. Dubious
    May 8, 2014 at 2:19 pm #

    Hanging Garden . You are a clever little bird.

    Like

  4. angieinspired
    May 26, 2014 at 6:08 pm #

    “as leaf brushes leaf” is a soft comfort

    Like

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