Today the prompt came from “Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) BY EMILY DICKINSON It was asked that we added words, took out punctuation and made it our own. So here is my attempt.
Hope is the creature with plumage,
It balances within the soul
He sings the wordless harmony,
Increasingly, his sweet voice rises
As the storm increases, I listen more
As the tempest becomes painful,
The little birds does sing with such enthusiasm
He continually keeps a glow
And in the coldest extremes,
On the strongest sea
Yet never in his wildest dreams
Did he ever ask anything of me?