It’s lost.
It’s gone.
It got so small
It slipped my grip;
I felt it fall.
I think I blinked
And it was gone.
I’m not too sure how I go on
Without its glow
My heart grew dark
The future grim, austere
Too stark.
Please, help me look.
Has it gone far?
A cloudy night,
A tiny star,
Beyond my reach,
Beyond my ken?
How to hope for hope again?
Ali 
It’s still there, it just looks different. Keep looking and you will find it again.
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You are right, Sue. As ever. Lovely lady, wise and kind 🙂
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Hi
Loved your poem … of course hope was what was left in Pandora’s box and all the other contents were a curse on mankind! There was a very good ‘In our time’ with Melvyn Bragg a while ago.
I was lucky enough to do a weeks walking in the Lakes this summer and with everything going on wrote this
Across crags and pikes
Storm clouds steal my thoughts away
To far unknown fells
Rick
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Thanks Rick – I love your lines here. Yes, they capture that feeling brilliantly – transport you to the Lakes. ‘Far unknown fells’. Love it.
I will also check out your In our time recommendation on BBC Sounds too.
I never lose hope for long, but recently, I must admit, it’s been harder to hang on to.
Just writing about it helps. Words, hey?
🙂
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Ali
Yes … words! The composing of my Lakeland haiku allowed me to change and play with individual words as I walked for miles and miles … loved Spider! Walking and words … now there is a truly powerful combination!
Rick
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