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Lightning Could Strike
Just when hope
Is out the door,
Has flown the coop,
Has said “No more.”
Just when “up”
You have now “given,”
Just when life
Seems so now riven.
In she walks
Her smile so easy,
Her skin so soft,
Her sway so breezy…
In she walks
And night turns day,
My bed now soft,
Love lights my way.
Just when hope
Was out the door,
The thought of love
Filed, neat, “no more” …
In a flash
Those nights so lonely,
This “woe is me”—
Now “one and only.”
Just when hope
Was out the door,
In she walked—
My “evermore.”
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Michael Charles Maibach began writing poems at age nine. Since then he has continued writing poems, and sharing them with friends. His career has involved global business diplomacy. He is a native of Peoria, Illinois. Today Michael resides in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia. More of his poems are found at www.MaibachPoems.us or on Facebook.
The the still from the My Fair Lady is the perfect caption for this lovely poem.
“Eliza, fetch me my slippers”
Very sweet Michael, and we all need hope in these challenging times! Merry Christmas to you!
Thanks James! Michael
Michael, your short lines are perfect to create the easy rhythm that suits the hopeful topic and the breezy feeling here.
Things happen when they are supposed to happen! Beautiful words to give us all hope and to see that possibility is there.
The title is a fitting choice, yet doesn’t give the game away. I really enjoyed this poem. The inversion of ‘up’ and ‘given’ in stanza two is a clever touch.
Short and sweet, I love it! I also enjoy how the title line is not literally picked up again in the poem. The title summarizes as well as adds to the subject matter without redundancy or giving anything away.
Gave this one a second look over and reckon I must have been in a stressed, grouchy mood, yesterday.
To keep the lines so short and punchy and the poem so light and eventful takes true talent.
Nicely done, Michael.