5 Poems "The Hope" - "Hold on to your pride" "Baby on Hold" "Hold on to those dreams" "Heart Held" inspired by the prompt "Hold"

Irene Marie Dorey

Hold on to “The Hope”

The strains of the anthem play

across ashen faces of old walking

through gates of hell back into life

free footfalls aimed in the direction

of a desert place where milk and

honey and home awaited … now

that the trains had finally stopped

running and the crematoriums stopped

billowing clouds of satanic smoke

They sung with sunken cheeks and

smiles “The Hope” that they had held

soon to be an anthem of a dream

realized born of the ashes of others

written in numbers on their arms

~

Hold on to your pride

It is more important than my heart

that leaks in clumps of ripped pulse

around the sweet spot where you

used to play and throw your arms

around my neck with a kiss goodnight

I sprinkled the seeds of this pride

sewed them sowed them into your

being – never imagining that they

would grow with such enormous

power to reach in and rip

and yet you hold on to that pride

as I continue to hold on to you

~

Baby on Hold

you stay lingering

forever cherished

though you never

gulped a single breath

in that cold cold white

room of long ago

~

Hold on to those dreams

Hold on to those dreams

those visions, schemes

and all manner of such

until the day when they

hold you, embrace you

and in the darkness that

falls lightly tickle you touch

~

Heart Held

In the hold

of the heart

we live forever

young dancing

barefoot in the

talcuum-sand

of time