Let Not Hope Depart

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The web content is a reflective poem by Natalie Frank, accompanied by captivating imagery, that meditates on the hope and renewal brought by the dawn, juxtaposing it with the darkness of night and the playful distractions of nature.

Abstract

The poem "Let Not Hope Depart" by Natalie Frank captures the essence of hope through the metaphor of a new day. It begins with the imagery of dandelion seeds floating like summer snow, symbolizing the playful distractions of nature that draw the speaker away from responsibility. The poem progresses to describe the speaker's moment of reflection at the lake shore, where the white-tipped waves inspire a sense of cleansing and anticipation for future discoveries. The darkness of night is personified as a deceptive force, attempting to snare the speaker with false promises of warmth. However, the poem culminates in a triumph of light over darkness, as the speaker chooses to face the dawn, embracing the gift of a new day filled with potential and the laughter of children. The content also includes the author's bi

A fiery promise of not just today, but of all the tomorrows to come

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Brand new morning moments Filled with dandelions Their seeds float white Aloft on the wind Like a summer snow And I cover my cup To keep my coffee innocent Of their intrusion

Captured by their playfulness Fool that I am These will- ‘o-the-wisps draw me Towards the lake shore Away from responsibility And the inspired productivity That comes with first light

I stand still in view of the White tipped waves Softy rippling inward As I let feelings of hope In a future where Discovery still remains Wash over me Rinsing me clean Of midnight’s embrace Which threatens to envelop My soul each night

I breathe deeply letting go Of the deceptive web That darkness uses In its effort to snare me Promising warmth where none exists Escaping it’s grasp once more As I must each time the sky Lightens my window

As I shake the last vestiges of Obscurity and lackluster From my fingertips I can just hear the laughter Of children on the wind And turning towards the sound I follow it Down the lakefront path It’s gentle curves unfolding In burgeoning day

Putting night at my back I choose the light And face the dawn Which opens before me Like a gift

Natalie Frank (Taye Carrol) has had work featured in Haunted Waters Press, Weirdbook Magazine, Siren’s Call Publications, Lycan Valley Press and Zero Fiction among others. Her poetry has been featured in several anthologies. She is the Managing Editor for Novellas and Serials at LVP Publications.

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