Sometimes

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

(Sheenagh Pugh “Sometimes”)

Too often, the poems that get remembered and are considered to be Great are beautiful and deep and meaningful, but also sad or angry or desperate.  And I love those poems, but I also love poems that are lovely and hopeful, like “Sometimes.”  I like the confident assertion this poem makes that sometimes, things go right instead of wrong because I believe it’s true.  I also like the way these final lines feel kind of like a blessing, and I hope they find you in that capacity.

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