Hope

   

Bare thoughts

Branch out into nothingness.

The lifeless twigs,

Heave in heaviness -

In Anticipation of hues

Casually dabbed on,

to create some vigor.

Bare thoughts -

sway to the winds,

Gently reminding 

That it might look like vacuum

But it isn't!

Unseen, unheard blooms

Would sprout on the glooms,

Oh, when does it occur?

The thing that springs 

Out of lifelessness -

Like a hope, wrapped inside 

A hopelessness!

Bare thoughts

Waiting to unbare

Bowing with the weight 

Of merry foliage!

(Picture - Done with mixed media - Camlin Oil Pastels, colored pencils and crayons - on sketchpad)