Tuesday, September 28, 2010

A Feeling Grew Into a Hope (Poem)

A Feeling Grew Into a Hope

Worry it
started out

a feeling
then grew

into a hope

like the needle
of a compass

not north not south

direction less
the point

than finding
one's own way

amid the churning.


A feeling grew
into a hope.

It started out
a worry whorled

the way a conch
flips and turns

until out
goes inside

and deep

feeling become invisible.

Out of warm waters
ocean's pink-lipped horn

trumpeted the sound
of tears evaporating

in motions chiming
to the heart's recovery.

© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas

I wrote these poems for Carry on Tuesday, which each week provides a prompt that participants are to use wholly or partly in an original poem or prose piece.

The prompt for Tuesday, September 28, consists of the first two lines of Regina Spektor's song "The Call": It started out as a feeling / which then grew into a hope. (Go here for the lyrics to the song and a playlist.)

To read other Carry on Tuesday contributors' poems or prose for Prompt #72, go here.

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I also offer these poems for One Stop Poetry's weekly "One Shot Poetry" event. Be sure to visit the site late Tuesday afternoon and every Wednesday for links to the many contributors' poems.


signed...bkm said...

the whole piece is a work of art, build and blending until it is fully seen and realized ....lovely....bkm

togetherforgood said...

Ooh, I love this Maureen. You are truly an artist with words.

Carrie Burtt said...

Maureen i love the message in your beautiful poem...hope it does remain, it does grow, and we need it! :-)

Cassandra Frear said...

Now I'm burning to know more about this little scene described here. What is the call? How does it go from worry to hope?

I could use a bit of that right now.

S. Etole said...

without hope, our heart would know no recovery it seems ... without hope, life is pretty meaningless ... perhaps that's why your last line is so powerful to me

gospelwriter said...

Beautiful! I loved the twists and turns it took, like finding one's way does tend to.

n. davis rosback said...

i have one of these shells
i put it to my lips every new year's eve

vivinfrance said...

A very interesting poem. Bravo.

carry on keith said...

Maureen, this is simply lovely. I am so pleased that you wrote it for Carry On. It makes all my work worthwhile! Thank you.

Michael Perkins said...

a feeling then grew to hope...

that is an awesome line...

sorry that I don't know how to sound literary-like...but I really enjoy your writings Maureen.

forpuck said...

I like the sparcity of the language.

tuberider said...

Liked the connection from worry to sea shell!

Anonymous said...

The second is my favorite!

Steve said...

So much said in so few words. Simple, but not simple-minded, like another poem I just read. Stunning piece, with thematically tight inherently-progressive images and theme.

Brian Miller said...

no matter the direction the needle points true...may you waves roll easy...carry on...carry on...nice one shot!

Nara Malone said...

A finely crafted take on the prompt. I keep rereading, enjoying the new things I see each time.

Emmanuel Ibok said...

Beautiful piece. I love the message!
Have a great wednesday...Cheers!

dustus said...

Beautiful poem... you mix sensations through interesting imagery emerging with a feeling of hope. Quite amazing.

One Stop - The Place For Poets, Writers & Artists said...

That conch does a great job of trumpeting hope for all to hear

Lovely transition from worry to recovery

Moon smiles

Thanks for sharing with One Shot

Beachanny said...

Your work, while subtle and beautifully crafted, has great power and evokes such a profound emotional response. Especially liked these "Out of warm waters
ocean's pink-lipped horn/ trumpeted the sound of tears evaporating/ in motions chiming to the heart's recovery.

Timoteo said...

The uplifting message is perfect for my last visit of the night...sweet dreams!

Jerry said...

This birthed conch into my vocabulary. Beautiful image of shell-less worry to armored hope.
A process that we go through quite a bit in this life of faith. beautiful...artful

Wild Rose said...

Nicely crafted poem and i love the idea of the feeling growing into hope. Lovely message and ends with with a good feeling Maureen. Nice oneshot~

Hannah Stephenson said...

a worry whorled...this remains in my ear.

whir/worry/world/whirled/whorled--so resonant.

Cor said...

Beautiful poem. I loved the fact that a simple feeling good or bad slowly transformed into a feeling of hope. That any feeling can be transformed into hope is a great thought. Great One Shot!

gautami tripathy said...

This leaves us wanting more!

the middles makes it

TALON said...

Maureen, have you been peeking inside my head? I loved the transformation...it is just like that. Beautiful poem.

Eric Alder said...

This popped into my head:

"I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell." - They Might Be Giants

Nice One Shot, Maureen!

Claudia said...

i like the rhythm and the flow...like the needle..setting not north not south...great image to illustrate directionlessness (oh does such a word exist...?)...

Leo said...

the short lines keep the flow and the interest very well.. nice one shot! :)

My One Shot!

Desert Rose said...

and i agree with all! i feel you went into my head maureen,beautiful!

Gabriela Abalo said...

I love the flow and how you played with the words.

Great One Shot!


Terresa said...

You are a word artist, that is evident here in your beautiful poem.

I especially liked "worry whorled" and the entire segment about the conch. (I see Hannah/The Storialist, a blog poet friend, recognized the same word combination, it stands out beautifully.)

Belinda said...

Lovely poem.

These lines --
tears evaporating
in motions chiming
to the heart's recovery
-- give me a sense of hopefulness.

Shashi said...

Lovely journey into hope... I always thought hope only gives a falls sense of expectations but then your words gave me hope ... I enjoyed it.

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John's comments said...

a lovely call to hope. Thanks for reading and commenting on And binding with briars our joys and desires. Hope your week goes well.

Pete Marshall said...

anither great poem to share with one shot...you really do come up with some great work everytime..cheers pete

senderupwords said...

The flow of this is quite lovely. Remarkable even ;) Love and Light, Sender