Once upon a glimmer,
hope lived.
Moonbeam wisps
and dandelion puffs.
Dew drops on lily pads
and snowflake glisten
on frosted pane.
We watched.
We loved.
We waited.
Hope glimmered
in our evening prayers.
I’m hosting Tuesday Poetics at dVerse today, the virtual pub for poets. The prompt is to begin a poem with Once upon a ????? Writers may add any word except “time.” So I’ve chosen Once upon a glimmer. Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us!
Great post 😁
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Thank you! 🙂
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This is so beautiful…love the prompt, and you are a hard act to follow.
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Thank you, my friend. LOTS of room at the pub for lots of Once Upon a Whatevers! 🙂
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This is so lovely.. the images of all that glimmer there has to be hope
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Yep. Sometimes we just have to look a little closer to find it! 🙂
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Never stop looking! Lovely poem, Lillian.
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Thank you, Sarah! Glad you enjoyed.
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I like the hope in those evening prayers.
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Me too 🙂
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Beautiful! So sweet.
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Thank you, Linda.
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lovely piece, very restful…with a few of your favourite things !
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Julie Andrews? Glad you enjoyed!
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I notice this is in the past tense. Perhaps you’re still waiting?
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Ah….it’s a fictitious speaker….my voice for another’s. And yes….I think we all wait for a bit of hope!
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True 🙂
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I have a sense she is still waiting as well, but you give us a glimpse of the elusive mysterious hope that can spring up from the darndest places.They say it springs eternal from the human breast. Mid-term elections are a week away, and I am brimming with hope.
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You’ve hit the nail on the head. I think I will be so very disheartened if the midterm elections don’t create a shift in the House at the very least. Surely there is not that much apathy, hatred, racism, and “nationalism” in our country?
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I like the line, “Hope glimmered in our evening prayers.”
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I think it is there for so many in their prayers….whatever the trials and tribulations they are facing.
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i love once upon anything, it just gets me so excited but as V.J says this is so hard to follow up next with, it is so magical and hope is something no one can ever resist. once upon a glimmer is just so precious.
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Thank you Gina, for your very kind words here! Much appreciated! 🙂
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divine delicious decadent.
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Ah….I’ve always loved alliteration! 🙂 Many thanks. Glad you enjoyed!
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Sounds hopeful, but it’s in past tense. I hope the prayers were answered.
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Me too — for everyone!
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I think hope can once again glimmer, it’s always there waiting to surface. These images are especially captivating to read.
Moonbeam wisps
and dandelion puffs.
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Thank you, Truedessa. So glad you enjoyed!
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I was one the exact same wavelength earlier today, not long after the prompt came up – felt like writing “upon a wisping” … thinking of dandelion wishes and starlight, moonbeams etc. But I didn’t. Went somewhere else – so I’m so pleased to come to your poem and just savour the delight of it …. wishing, waiting …. and well, damn politics. I’m beyond bone weary, so I’m just going to take this poem at face value, and let it charm, soothe and channel my inner child who is …. tired …. and a bit too world weary …
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Ah…..soothing….sometimes we need poems and words and hugs that do that! 🙂 Glad you enjoyed, Pat. And let’s hope that glimmer of hope blossoms in the midterm elections!
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as it will, I hope …. I’m sure it will be excruciating for many to wait for it … when the moment comes, whenever it will be, and the “reign of Trump Terror” ends … I wonder how bittersweet the relief will be. How does one clean up after an apocalypse?
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Love the idea that hope lives on… We must never loos hope!
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Exactly! Amen to that! 🙂
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Hope sparkles in this little gem of a ‘once upon a…’ , Lill! I love the delicate whimsy of moonbeam wisps and dandelion puffs.
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Thanks, Kim. Once I wrote the prompt, that Once up a glimmer just stuck with me. 🙂
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Lovely, lovely, Lillian! I love the moonbeam wisps and dandelion puffs–and hope.
How weird that we both picked “glimmer!” I wouldn’t think it would be a typical word to follow Upon Upon a. . . I’m just reading yours now, so I didn’t have a clue you’d also used it.
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That glimmer was luminescent between our wave lengths! 🙂
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🙂
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*I meant “Once Upon” obviously. 🙂
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Slippery fingers….I get the all the time! I knew what you meant. 🙂
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Lovely and fragile, Lillian. May hope still glimmer in evening/morning prayers.
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Thank you for the kind words, Lynn. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Amen
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What is that old stock phrase? Hope lies eternal in the human breast?
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast. Beautiful!
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❤
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Good to see you here again! 🙂 Glad you enjoyed.
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Love this hopeful poem!
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Thank you, Mary. I firmly believe hope is an essential ingredient of life. 🙂
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Just lovely Lillian- I love the positive vibes here!
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Glad you enjoyed. My daughter says I am the original Pollyanna! 🙂
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kaykuala
Hope glimmered
in our evening prayers.
Hope will always glisten and shine to offer a hand which otherwise be denied to those longing for salvation!
Hank
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Amen……..and in our morning prayers too as someone else pointed out.
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A beautiful message of hope.
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Thank you, Vivian.
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Fine verse. Maybe one day (soon perhaps) the glimmering tenuous hope may become a river or an ocean once again.
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Let it flow! 🙂
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Charming images here. 🙂
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Once upon a delicate glimmer, indeed. Love the fragility and strength of this.
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Lillian I enjoyed reading your poem. Thank you, “We watched, We loved We waited.”
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There’s something almost faerie-like in this verse, a sense of the sublime that we can almost touch, but not quite! Beautiful and evocative!
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