The prompt today at Robert Brewer’s blog is to write a (blank) for (blank) poem. I am letting it be my invitation to play with sounds today:

Hoping for the Best

always hoping
hope against hope
just groping for hope
hanging from a thin rope

waiting for a train
sitting in the rain
train upon train of thought
making me insane

seeking a reason
in a season of reasons
speaking of treason
in a fit of high pique

going for broke
stoking a last hope
quoting a provoking quote
invoking the ghost

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Gratitude List:
1. Have you read Julian Is a Mermaid? What a sweet, sweet book. What a tender and understanding abuela.
2. Friends in Scotland are posting pictures of their trip, and I am loving traveling vicariously.
3. Red oaks! Red, red, red, red, red oaks!
4. Living in the flames of the colors of the trees in this season
5. Talking to one of my young friends today about how she writes stories. I love watching kids catch the writing and reading bug!
May we walk in Beauty!

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“Through a process of perpetual discernment and “prayer unceasing” we may dive into the well of each faith and emerge with the treasure that connects us all.” —Mirabai Starr

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“One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we’ve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.” —Carl Sagan

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“If the Rhine, the Yellow, the Mississippi rivers are changed to poison, so too are the rivers in the trees, in the birds, and in the humans changed to poison, almost simultaneously. There is only one river on the planet Earth and it has multiple tributaries, many of which flow through the veins of sentient creatures.” —Thomas Berry

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“A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.” —Kurt Vonnegut

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‪”So much of bird flight is really expert falling, slipping into that delicate space within the argument between gravity and air resistance. That natural alchemy transforms a plummet into a glide. Someday, I hope to learn to fail like birds fall.‬” —Jarod K. Anderson, The Cryptonaturalist

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“Reading and writing cannot be separated. Reading is breathing in; writing is breathing out.”

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“For a Star to be born,
there is one thing that must happen;
a nebula must collapse.
So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your Destruction.
This is your birth.” —Zoe Skylar