Pink Hope by Bernie Jordan

Pink tints a baby’s cheek

                whose dimpled fists flail the air.

Pinkness sticks to pouting lips

                but Pink can kiss tears away.

Pinkness lives on lying tongues

                speaking nice untruths.

Pinkness tinges a turned blind eye

                But Pink is open and still.


Pinkness tints the vapour trails

                that dissolve into acrid rain.

Pink rests on evening clouds

                before night-time overwhelms.


Pinkness falls through a fleeting wish

                a god always on my side.

Pink can darken to Pinkness

                in the depths of a lonely heart.

Pinkness expects the impossible-

                love without pain,

But Pink holds the hope of unknowing,

                the joy of here, the love of now.