Corona Collection: A collective poem, co-created internationally on June 13, 2020
OUR COLLECTIVE HOPE
Hope tastes like a good bread of truth
when empty optimism fails
like Mangoes
open sliced
awaiting my mouth.
Hope sounds like rain
on the roof during a lonely night.
Hope smells like plants
opening up after the rain,
breathing fresh life into the world.
Hope feels like…
a movement of the heart
at the end of the world
the fresh air dancing on my skin
like a warm blanket,
wrapping me all around.
Hope looks like a long, wide road,
going up to the sky,
…an open sky of infinite possibilities
like a dreamer's dream becoming clear
then dim
then clear,
but ever present
and revealing a loving heart
Like dancing
through the cracks of a collapsing dead system,
singing,
celebrating the new that I can't see yet
Hope is the return of swallows
Hope rises in potent silence
Hope is a giant on whose shoulders you stand
to shout out truth
and to see the way it ripples
into the landscape of humanity
to create a world of love.
Poetry and the Pandemic, organized and co-hosted by:
Serap Brown & Budd Hall. Social Movement Poets Collective, Victoria, Canada.
Photo by Serap Brown
Poem facilitated by: Lee Wilson, Guest Poet
Poem co-created by: Serap Brown, Thérèse Gariepy, Budd Hall, Gracelynn Lau, Maeve Lydon, Irma Alicia Flores Hinojos, Roger Langen, Lily McKay-Carriere, Kieran Magzul, Kathleen Mandeville, David Monk, Jill Olesker, Cathy Sturgeon, Lee Wilson.