The Rummage Sale

Written By: R.H. Hope - Apr• 01•12
I put the best of me for sale on my lawn:
A buck twenty gets you great memories
and conversations lasting all night long.
Take the love letters for just fifty cents,
steal my heart itself for two ninety five.
  
Buyers stream in early to look at the goods;
digging through the bins with filthy fingers,
leaving bits of my life dirty and used.
And they haggle with their exploiting eyes;
because they want the best of me for free.
 
 

Letters From the Asylum

Written By: R.H. Hope - Mar• 29•12
Dear Katherine,
 
Spring slipped in early this year,
coming in quickly and quietly like the
morning sun sliding softly over the horizon.
 
The birds knew (they always do);
Robins paused here on their long journeys
while the snow geese pointed their Vs north.
 
Spring didn’t escape the tulips’ attention:
Yesterday the gardens were muddy and brown;
today they’re beautiful red, yellow and almost blue.
 
Did I tell you this year I might plant a garden?
If they let me. (I think I’m ready.)
Otherwise, finger painting will have to do.
 
With Love,
RH Hope
 

Not Again

Written By: R.H. Hope - Mar• 27•12

Your smile feeds my soul
and holds me over for another week,

while deep down I dig and
find bits of memories from long ago.

Fingers gliding through your soft hair,
giving you chills at the back of your neck.

Together laughing as everything feels so new,
until suddenly I fade away again…

And you’re left with a feeling of déjà vu,
wishing you’d trusted your gut — and not me.

 

The Awakening

Written By: R.H. Hope - Mar• 22•12

The blindfold slips a little
And the light shines into your eyes.
Shadows chased away like cockroaches,
As the Truth scatters the lies.

 Blinding deception can’t exist
With the Truth so brilliantly bright.
You try to keep fooling yourself,
But you can’t run from the Light.

 

~RH Hope

 

Fear

Written By: R.H. Hope - Mar• 21•12

Alone

I strapped running shoes to my ego,
And gave wings to all my fears.
I ignited my insanity
With gasoline and tears.

I drew the curtain of illusion,
And tightened up the blindfold.
I sent reality through the shredder
And left faith out in the cold.

I kicked trust out to the curb,
And threw my love away.
Now I’m all alone,
Wondering why you didn’t stay.

 

~RH Hope