Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted February 14, 2010 |
contemplative quatrains
Buds of Hope
by adewpearl
If there's no oil for lamplight when clouds obscure the moon and violins have lost their strings to play a dulcet tune, If skies withhold their raindrops that feed the thirsting streams and lullabies can't find a voice to soothe our troubled dreams, Still somewhere there's one moonbeam, one bright melodic song, one drop of rain to slake our thirst to carry us along. Hold on for one day longer till hints of hope appear, for life's renewal in small buds keeps drawing ever near. |
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Each quatrain in this poem is written with a syllable count of 7/6/8/6 in iambic meter.
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