Hope Peddler

A strong friendship
sharpens the blade.

A tapestry
deceives the mind.

We both love
impossible people.

Somehow
she maintains hope

in the intrinsic
value
of a promise,

the praiseworthy
nature
of denial,

faith
in rewards
unknown.

The reverse side
of chaos
is order.

I remind her
the reverse side
of order
is chaos.

I am cynical,
my heart
laden
with scorn.

The mind seeks
to unravel
painstakingly
the tangled vines,

or it turns over,
abandoning order
for the comfort
of chaos.

The fabric
carefully crafted
unravels
at the edge.

I crave
destruction.

At least
it’s a change.

The jungle
dark and terrible
gives up diamonds.

I brave extinction
for a clear-cut terrain.

~~

Copyright © 2017 Mindy Goorchenko All rights reserved.

This poem found its inspiration from a writing prompt in Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano’s The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing PracticeAlso, the stanza with a jungle borrows heavily from a line in Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman.

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