
No bondage is worse than the hope of happiness.’– Carlos Fuentes, Diana: The Goddess Who Hunts Alone, Bloomsbury, 1995
Hope alights quietly on my shoulder
helping me navigate deep waters of life
Hope keeps my heart beating
when shocked by brutality, it refuses to beat
Hope gently puts me to fitful sleep
after an agonizingly long hard day
Hope holds my hand firmly at crucial times
when there are no shoulders to lean on
Hope, for me, is not a chimera
I battle naysayers with hope on my side.
But often the hope of happiness
has me so hopelessly in its thrall
I pursue it with relentless single-mindedness
enslaved by the idea of true pure joy
I forget to embrace all that comes by
the journey no longer enjoyable
Becoming a captive of the idea of elusive happiness
I forget to be content with what I have.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Linda, says: I have chosen 12 opening sentences from this little book for you to ponder over and choose one that will serve as a jumping off point for your poem today. Below are the sentences, with the Author and book title. Please reference which sentence you chose, either as an epigraph or author’s note.
That last line really sums it up well.
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Thanks, VJ.
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Welcome
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It’s all about living in the moment isn’t it. This is so lovely.
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So it is! Thank you, Linda, it is a wonderful prompt.
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“I battle naysayers with hope on my side.”
A gallant poem Punam. Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much💜love
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Gillena, thank you! ❤️
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I love the rhythm of this poem and the sentiment as well. Yes, hope can be our savior and our downfall for sometimes hope leads into expectation and that nearly always leads to disappointment.
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That is very true. Thanks so much, Bridgette.
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So well expressed, and those final lines sum it up.
“Becoming a captive of the idea of elusive happiness
I forget to be content with what I have.”
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Thanks a lot, Merril. 💙
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You’re very welcome!💙
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Absolutely love this. Strikes a definite resounding chord within me. Thank you! 😊
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Ami, I am so happy this resonated with you! Thanks so much. 😊
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Thank you for crafting such a beautiful piece. ❤️✒️😊
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❤️🙏🏼😊
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I wrote this earlier but it seems to have been swallowed up by that invisible reply entity! Anyway, I wanted to thank you for posting such a moving piece that spoke to my soul!
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Thanks once again, Ami. I so appreciate your words. ❤️
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As always the beautiful flow and philosophy in your poem about dealing with the cards given and not desperately seeking other ones that are more likely than not simply not there … wonderful Punam..
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Indeed, Ain. Thanks so much.
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well said sis, we often overlook the little joys in that bondage for ultimate happiness … contentment will bring a calm most will never know!
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Absolutely, sis.
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Hope is the truth in life Punam … 🌏💛💙
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So it is, Ivor. Thanks for this fantastic share. 💙😊
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You’re welcome Punam 😀🌏
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Hope can buoy our spirits or drag us under. I have to agree that the last 2 lines sum it up completely!
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So it can, Val!
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Oh Wowza, this is good–speaks truth!
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And truth is always good, isn’t it, Z!
😊❤️
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You’re so right, dear friend!!💖
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A very insightful poem Punam. The hope of happiness is sometimes crippling. Beautiful
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You are so right, it is. Thanks so much, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome my dear sister
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Profound insights in a beautifully written poem, Punam! ❤ The final lines are ironic, but often true.
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Thanks a lot, Cheryl.❤️ Sometimes hope can be a double-edged sword.
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Hope is a tricky affair. Sometimes having hope makes you stop growing. It stops you from getting a closure which is essential to move forward. It is important to know when to let go of hope.
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Indeed, Veer. False hopes lead to disappointment. It all depends on the situation.
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Such a wise poem, Punam: gratitude is so important and goes hand in hand with hope! ❤️
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I so agree, Ingrid. We often forget to count our blessings. Thank you. ❤️
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Such a beautiful poem. Very inspiring. It gently rekindles the flame of hope in one’s heart.
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Thank you so much for your lovely words.
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Becoming a captive of the idea of elusive happiness
I forget to be content with what I have.
Love the close Punam. It cleverly puts a finality of hoping when one ought to be grateful with the current blessings which many take for granted. Wonderful write Ma’am!
Hank
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Thanks so much for you insightful comment, Hank!
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Hope can always raise our spirits and make us happy and joyous. A beautiful poem, Punam.
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Thanks a lot, Kamal.
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Always welcome Punam 💖😊
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I have the same problem. I forget at time to enjoy the moment.
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I keep promising myself to live in the moment but often slip.
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Same here.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come And Read This!!!!
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Thank you!!
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Indeed… there is so much else to hope for than happiness… we have to look for the nuggets of joy where we are.
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Yes, of course…
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Punam, these lines are powerful:
“Hope, for me, is not a chimera
I battle naysayers with hope on my side.”
I like how you delineate between hope and hope for happiness. Hope feels more like faith, where it isn’t anything in particular, where you will take whatever blessings may be bestowed; whereas hope for happiness is not only getting “greedy” but also setting one up for disappointment. You did a great job of showing all of that in your poem. Wonderful wordsmithing.
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Thanks so much, Li! That’s exactly what I was driving at. I am so glad that came through. Much appreciated. ❤️
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You’re very welcome ❤
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Very nicely done Paean. I think hope for happiness lies within us. I really liked this…
Hope holds my hand firmly at crucial times
when there are no shoulders to lean on
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Thanks so much, Dwight. I am glad you liked those lines.
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You are welcome!
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Absolutely brilliant. This happens to us all. It’s like a dance of forgetting and then remembering. Lovely write, Punam. ❤️
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Thanks so much, Jeff. ❤️
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“hope for happiness” It is what can bring us down, but also buoy us up, and there are those who are fortunate enough to have found the ability to just be happy. Another wonderful poem.
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Indeed, they are fortunate. Thanks a lot, Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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I forget to be content with what I have.” I did. And then reminders like these ground me a little and gives me a little peace. Thanks for writing this.
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Mou, thank you for reading this.
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A profound piece.. Loved the way you’ve put it.. 👍🏼😇👌🏼🥰👏🏼👏🏼
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Thanks a lot, Debby. 😊🥰🙏🏼😘🤗
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Hope is perhaps the most consistent and most deceptive of all emotions, and sometimes the cruelest. You capture it well here.
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I agree, Joy. Thanks so much.
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