Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
Emily Dickinson
A shovel poem using Emily Dickinson’s words
every day a new Hope. morning mercy Is on The horizon. Tune out the Thing that fills you With fear. Shake off the Feathers of yesterday’s failures That corset your mind. Success Perches on your actions today. In your words. The message radiating from your Soul
One Blessed Block 
I reread your poem aloud and it sounds so powerful. So nspiring. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you for reading. It was fun to explore the feelings I had about hope using this structure. Kind of like a puzzle.
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Jill, I love poems with HOPE. I think half of my poems end up with the word hope in them. These lines were my favorite today:
“yesterday’s failures That
corset your mind.”
If I read it tomorrow, I’ll have another favorite, I’m sure. It is so lovely.
Yes, let’s throw off the corsets.
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Thank you for reading and responding Denise! I really liked that line as well. I write in the morning, and I always have a sense of renewal and hope at that time of the day.
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I’ve learned a new approach and also felt nourished by this quiet and sturdy poem. Thank you.
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I love how you described it as sturdy. That is not a word I have thought of to describe writing, but it fits so well. I love to write shovel poems…it’s kind of like a puzzle!
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