Original Poem: Solitary Hope

I thought to also post another poem on the heels of the last one, titled, "You". This inspirational piece came before the last one I just posted on The Golden Sentence. This poem reflects on a recent emotion, I had when I was without work and finding a shred of hope I could find. As with these situations, I turned to God for answers and from my prayers came this poem. I don't want to get too religious here, just emphasize the spirituality of the poem. Hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading.

Solitary Hope

It doesn’t mean this feeling has to end

this bit of joy, of which I have found

its lock more glorious than Samson The Israelite

My life has been one setback backed up against itself

Give me this day, this slingshot Lord

Let me be David, let me have the favor of a thousand kings

and the might of a hundred million marching ants

upon that proverbial hill upon which my heart reigns

Give the strength to endure

lost jobs, jaded hopes, and fading health

you knew that hill before I climbed it

Here I stand with only the prejudiced land, a solitary sun

and a million uncast stars to mark my cost

I give you the lead Lord,

show me which we way the war was won.

(C) Rafael Andrade Garza, September 26, 2015.

New Poem: You

After a long absence from my poetry-driven blog, I'm submitting a recent poetry piece that's introspective and timeless, about the most universal of topics: love. Yet, it isn't all introspective as it's not about anyone or anything in general; it's about the meaning of it and it's impact on one's life. Hope you enjoy it. I would appreciate any comments.


YOU

You are words without sound

that when spoken detonate love

You are the calm that came after the storm

but, stayed long enough to rebuild

You were a thundercloud

while my breath held lightening

You are my ink to paper

that births verbs into metaphors

You oscillate wildly

in an aching Smiths song

You are the last record store

who stays reluctantly open at the edge of the world

You are a sweet euphoria that when

remembered puts together the perfect cast

You are my Paris

when Poteet is all I needed

You are the flag which my heart unfurls

ready to abhor any war or score

You are a living poem

that breathes inside of me

You are a slow burning ember

crackling a lifetime of memory.

© Rafael Andrade Garza, November 28, 2015.