De Jackson here (WhimsyGizmo), and it’s Quadrille Monday here at dVerse, when we write a poem of exactly 44 words, including a given word.
For those of you who don’t know, I am a Las Vegan. And right now, in addition to prayers and healing, my city is in need of a little hope.
Today, write us a poem of hope. Of hopefulness. Or hopelessness. Or any form of the word therein that you choose. Invent your own word if you like: hope-itude, hope-iosity, hope-ortunity. Just make sure your poem is precisely 44 words long (not including the title), and literally contains some form of the word hope.
New to the Q? Here’s what to do:
Just write a poem of precisely 44 words, including some form of the word hope. Get creative if you’d like, but please be sure the word “hope” is in there somewhere, and that your poem adds up to exactly 44 words, not including the title. Link it up by clicking Mr. Linky. Then hop(e) your way around the blogisphere to visit some amazing poets. The prompt is open for the whole week, so remember to come back and read (and write!) some more!
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Hi De. I hope that you are able to find some peace in among all that is happening. I posted up early and will be back soon to read and comment.
Thanks, Paul. It has been a hard, but amazing week. Our city has come together like crazy.
What a beautiful word – hope! We need hope, buckets of it.
Thanks for hosting De and wishing everyone a lovely Quadrille writing!
Hi, gang. I’m here, for now. Awaiting X-ray results for my son (broke his hand last night in a bike accident), so I may have to step back out shortly. Wanted to wish you happy, hopeful poeming…
I sending you hope for you and your son… and for your city.
Thanks, B. Broken, for sure. Just awaiting an appointment with an ortho.
Thank you for hosting this. I’m heartily sorry for what happened in your town, and I’m sorry to hear about your son’s hand. I wish your son a speedy recovery.
Sadly, I’m a pretty depressed (and depressing) guy. It’s difficult for me to see hope as anything other than a glass half-empty these days.
Barry, I’ve heard that anger is between depression and hope …
Barry, I’m so glad you’re here. The only way we will ever get through this crazy life is TOGETHER. And yes, I agree with Eric. A little healthy anger comes in handy sometimes.
PS: Barry, please feel free to write us something hopeless. I will wallow with you awhile, gladly.
Thank you. I’m glad you’re here too.
Is there a thing like hops hope in a bar?
I’m thinking “liquid hope” is probably for sure a thing. 😉
Too often we find that hope in a bottle doesn’t bring any relief.
TRUTH.
Thanks for a very timely prompt, De. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you! [[[hugs]]]
Welcome, Crystal. I’m always so glad to see you here.
Hi De! Great prompt. My thoughts and prayers are for your fellow Las Vegans. As a Londoner, I have an idea of the despair we constantly try to push away, allowing hope through.
I’ve posted mine. Also I accidentally posted a haiku with the word ‘hope’- feel free to delete this as it’s not a quadrille.
Stay blessed.
Viv
Vivian, your haiku is beautiful as well, and I’m happy to have read it. I will remove the link.
Thanks, De😊
Perhaps Vivian you could leave it laying around the pub here?
YES! Vivian, could you please post your beautiful haiku as a comment? That would be awesome!
My pleasure 😊
https://smellthecoffeeweb.blog/?s=Hope+carries
Just done!
Wonderful, Vivian. Thank you! That visual is so arresting, and your piece is beautiful.
Thanks De! Glad you like it 😊
Thanks for hosting, De! May Las Vegas have hope!
Thank you, Frank. Loved your piece.
Thank you for this beautiful prompt.
Thank you, Sarah. Your piece was simply beautiful.
Thank you for this prompt De. We all need hope in this world. Every day I pray for hope in this world. It seems we just may bet a bit. I went to the doctor today as a follow up. Still “looking” good. So I am late posting. I still have goop in my eyes and will be back later to read, savor, and comment.
Toni, I am so glad you are healing well. Have been praying for you and those beautiful eyes of yours.
Blessings De. And hoping your sweet son is well and not suffering too much pain.
He’s doing okay, Toni. Has slept much of the day. Gets a cast tomorrow at 2pm.
And for you and your city: 22The LORD’S loving kindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. 23They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. 24″The LORD is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I have hope in Him.”…
THANK YOU, Toni. ❤
Yes, Toni, our only lasting true hope is in HIM!
YES. I hold that close to my own heart, as well, Lynn.
Amen!
Raising a glass to LV – you’ll not be the same; but you’ll be greater. My ‘Letter’ says it all.
This is just beautiful, Jilly. Thank you.
Blessings upon you, De. Pay attention to the good that is happening now. Vegan Las Vegans, (don’t eat meat). Viva las Vegas!
Thank you! 🙂
Hi everyone! Late in from choir and hoping I haven’t missed anything. I hope to read as many hope poems as possible this evening but may have to go to bed and start again in the morning.
Hi, Kim! Glad you’re here!
Me too!
My god you people are writing amazing things today!! Wow!
Right? Good stuff. Thankful.
Wishing you and all in Las Vegas all the best. A timely prompt.
Thanks so much, Merril.
How’s Z’s hand? Any word yet?
Yep. Broken. Oblique metacarpal right fifth digit something something. With soft tissue damage. Appointment with orthopedic doc tomorrow at 2pm. Sigh.
Noooo! Poor baby. 😦 Which hand? Dominant? Is he playing football or almost basketball or something?
Right hand. Dominant. He is playing guitar. 😦
Of course.
I just noted that there is hope in orthopedic
Thumbs up!
Bjorn Rudberg, you just MADE MY DAY.
finding words in words is fun.
Reblogged this on All About Writing and more.
Hi! I brought my own beverage (pay no attention to the Darth Vader coffee cup). Love the prompt! I’ll be browsing and schmoozing amongst the poeting throng.
Charley, your verbs make me happy. 🙂
Plus also: Luke, I am your coffee cup!
Noooo! 🙂 Thank you.
I thought I’d come to the bar and drink in a cup of hope.
YES, Trudessa. Welcome. Heading over now.
Sitting at the bar sipping absinthe from another time. I wish you peace and healing, De.
Thank you so much, Sara.
De, thank you for bringing “hope” into our quadrilles (though I’m sorry mine is a little dark). I am so sorry for everything that you are going through in your city, after this horrific event. My stepson lives in Las Vegas so of course we worried of his safety when we first heard the news. I am thankful you are ok, but I can only imagine how difficult it would be to process this and try to move on. (((hugs)))
Mish, I am so thankful that your stepson is okay. Praying none of his worlds were too affected by the event. I am heading over your way in a moment. I don’t mind a little darkness this morning. 😉
Hope is the asian lady walking
my back, in bare feet
she never stops talking,
and i don’t understand
a word. strong toes. heals.
nails. she uses everything,
to hurt me
but next tuesday at two p.m.,
i’ll be back,
laying down for her
again.
[title: it’s only when it stops that I’m really afraid]
how do you know
it gets better?
she blubbers,
into my chest
through snot & tears
& all the paint
it took
to birth herself
from a shadow
of covers,
curled in a womb
of silent full-body
wracking —
“it still hurts.”
so there’s hope.
These are great ones… I knew you would do them both. Had to smile at the first one having had been there a bit… The second one made me hope that all is well with you.
I am never too far away.
All is well. I dont write nearly as oft as i should
So good to read you again.
Thank u miss grace…i read u quite often…i just dont leave fingerprints
These are most excellent quads X, giving us two dimensions of hope. LOL, I often walk on my husband’s back, having learned how to do that waaaaaaay back in university. It is good to see you here. You are missed deeply.
Thank you ma’am. Good to be seen.
Hope all is well in your neck of the woods.
Bout like can be expected. My mom died in June on Father’s Day. Trouble with my eyes. Otherwise, I’m peachy and rolling along. I’m still writing….I had to bribe a couple of neighbors for a few weeks to read and type for me! I’d like to see you more often or read you more often. I miss your work.
We miss your fingerprints and smiles in the poetry trail 🙂 My writing is off and on, but Bjorn and the rest of the team are super productive, ha ~
These are both so good. Those last lines in the second one are a stunner. So so true. Pain can BE hope.
De thank you for inapiring me to write again. And my heart goes out to the people of your city
Thank you so much, Brian.
All best…we are thinking of you in NYC.
Thank you so much.
i technically use the word hope in mine, so i hope it counts. unintended use of the word hope.
I’m intrigued, crow. Heading over soon.
and another one…maybe a bit bleaker?
Making my rounds again this morning, Sarah. Can’t wait.
oh thanks for giving hope to us De – away yesterday and back later to catch up on reading
Welcome, Laura. So glad you’re here!
Poems of hope with prayers for Vegas, hands, eyes, and broken hearts!
Thank you, Lynn. ❤
Hope is difficult to write about. Hearing that you are living in Las Vegas where there must be much despair, inspired me to give it a try.
Janice, I’m so glad. I will be over soon.
Sadly, my hope went south.
namaste
JzB
No rules here, jazz. The word brings what it brings. Happy to have you here.
Mine’s up–now off to read others!
Hi, Merril!
Hi, De! 🙂