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Misplaced

I sit often and cry
Not because I am hopeless
These wild tears are the result of
An over abundance of hope
Misplaced in a myriad of intention

About This Poem

Last Few Words: It speaks for itself really.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman. I’m enamored by the work of lyricists such as Robert Hunter, John Barlow, John Dyer Baizley, and Tom Marshall just to name a handful.

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Comments

Jackweb

Jackweb

2 years 11 months ago

Quintain reveals...

A poem of five lines. I think I need to make a new shift to try this form. Believe me, I find it difficult to compose a short verse like this.
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Michael Anthony

Michael Anthony

2 years 11 months ago

Excellent write RA! This

Excellent write RA! This spoke to the over-taxed optimist in many of us these days (my interpretation, at least), and I was impressed with the effective use of brevity - good stuff!

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Geezer

Geezer

2 years 11 months ago

A mix...

of hopelessness and optimism, that could only be described as a dream of ecstatic promise.~ Geez.
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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

2 years 11 months ago

dear Tim,

I am relieved to learn that the tears are not born from any kind of pain. I like these lines best:

An over abundance of hope
Misplaced in a myriad of intention

*hugs, Cat