We bobble like iron bubbles
Anchored to docks of despair
Waving flags, still bragging
About love of country
Humble hearts whisper
In feathers, doves
But hope does not float
Intentions are stuck in
Stagnant sea scum
Blood flows and God knows
We are tired
Written for this week’s Quadrille prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub
Image credit: pixabay.com
mishunderstood 
Oh, so tired. This is well done.
I guess the tiredness of impatience tests hope.
“Bubbles of iron”, man that sounds like real agony. Talk about despair. That’s really heavy. Great imagery!
Gorgeous:
“Humble hearts whisper
In feathers, doves”
Beautiful piece!
“God knows we are tired” … but hope springs eternal.
So tired… pride coupled with hope can lead you wrong or right,,,,,
THIS:
“But hope does not float
Intentions are stuck in
Stagnant sea scum
Blood flows and God knows
We are tired”
I am reminded of the myriad of mass shootings in this country and the many who stand in prayer afterwards….and do not understand there are some commonsense meeting grounds for all to work with. When Sandy Hook happened, I thought, surely then. Sadly not. I do not understand.
This is so powerful. We are tired, echoing so many. When does one finally give up?
I also thought of Fannie Lou Hamer’s famous phrase, “I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.”
We are so tired, aren’t we…..But I have a flicker of hope though…
I once lived on one of those “iron bubbles”. This really hits me where I exist right now. I’m sad that you’re tired, but at least I’m not alone. Exceptionally well-written work. Thank you.