It

Photo by Henri Cartier Bresson

I watch it dance in the periphery  
Intent on infiltrating my persona 
Its probing fingers skirt the margins 
Tentatively gauging my receptiveness 
Why do I reject it? 
Block it with irrational fear 
Smother it with useless worries 
It is not easily deterred  
A frequent guest at the metaphorical door 
Patiently chipping away the armor 
As it liberates tiny shafts of illumination 


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W3 Prompt #142: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Sarah, prompts us to “[w]rite a poem of up to 12 lines on the theme of hope or renewal.”

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22 thoughts on “It

  1. What a lovely personification of hope, “dancing,” “probing,” “gauging,” undeterred and determined! And indeed it does “dance in the periphery” whatever the obstacles we throw up. Love your use of imagery and the light, encouraging tone of the poem, Jennifer, to let “it” free and illuminate us.

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