I cling to Hope like the fallen autumn leaf
Beautifully stained with crimson wounds and jaundiced fear,
Caught by a silver thread of spider’s web crafted by
Earth’s own creature.
I cling to Hope like the puff of cloud crossing cowboy blue skies Transcending hawk and eagle,
Eager to embrace all on the azure path
Searching for self-same happiness.
I cling to Hope like the trusting child
Waiting for the one who will bring a blanket of love
To wrap around shoulders of melting steel and
Silken lace unraveling from the too-long journey.
I cling to Hope.
A Desire to Touch and
A Dare to Step
Becomes our waltz in syncopated time to Earth’s Universal Equinox An Urge to Breathe and
A Cry for Time
Becomes our dance in hand-held reverie because
All I can do is say,
“I cling to Hope.”
I cling to Hope like a symphony of bluegrass tunes
Gently ringing through canyon forests and American River Dreams, dew-filled with honey and Springtime’s morning promise.
Your eyes catch mine with un-chosen choice,
And all I can do is be Me, the
Fallen autumn leaf, the puff of cloud, and a trusting child singing The bluegrass tune, I Cling to Hope ~
Explication of I Cling to Hope - P. Barrett
I Cling to Hope by Patricia Barrett is a lyrical poem in which the first three quatrains begin with the 1st person narrator’s echo, “I cling to hope.” The speaker’s tone is wistful, perhaps yearningly optimistic, for the resolution of a committed relationship.
Each of the first three quatrains contains a simile. In the first quatrain, imagery connotes the painful disappointments that life offers; clinging to hope like a red and yellow autumn leaf is colored with the metaphor of bleeding, “crimson wounds”, and “jaundiced fear.” Caught by a thread “crafted by Earth’s own creature” alludes to the connectivity in all nature. The beauty in the fragile web has caught the autumn leaf which keeps it from dropping deeper, a sense of...