This poem is a delayed reaction to the NaPoWriMo exercise to take a short poem and try writing its opposite. I chose, HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS, by Emily Dickinson. I like her poem and her focus on hope. It’s the perfect antidote to despair.
Despair is the thing with thorns
that staggers in the soul
and moans the tune with words that clash
and suddenly stops – thank God –