All The Tomorrows

August 6, 2010

in Confessions,Lifestyle


Nourish callow blooms, yet withered
     but for tomorrow.
Whisper dreams of languish
     but for tomorrow.
Draw down into stone
     but for tomorrow.
Push through shattered solace
     but for tomorrow
Brush off stabbed in scars
     but for tomorrow.
Wrap in a gown of glacilic thread
     but for tomorrow.
Keep the jar of my heart
     but for tomorrow.

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{ 13 comments }

vivienne blake August 6, 2010 at 2:39 am

This is full of beautiful words –  "whisper dreams of languish".
I haven't yet fathomed what it means, but salute you for having dug deep inside yourself.
ViV

Stan Ski August 6, 2010 at 6:18 am

There's always tommorow to consider…
I like it!

Mary August 6, 2010 at 7:08 am

There is always hope….tomorrow.

Stephanie Wright August 6, 2010 at 7:46 am

Love this poem!  Great job!

Diane Truswell August 6, 2010 at 9:03 am

You sound like a procrastinator, LOL.  But I agree with Stan.  Tomorrow is always there!  A compelling poem, indeed!

brenda w August 6, 2010 at 11:16 am

Well done, I agree with Viv,  I salute your willingness to dig deep.  The repetition works well.  Thanks for sharing, ~Brenda

Elizabeth August 6, 2010 at 12:36 pm

Until we release what we grasp in our hands, those hands are not free to receive the gifts of today, nor our heart open to the hope that dreams of tomorrow. I like what you do here, the wonderful wealth of imagery and the steady approach of the repeated refrain.
Elizabeth

Tumblewords August 6, 2010 at 9:27 pm

Lovely read – it pulls me afloat then sends me downward only to loop again.

wayne August 7, 2010 at 7:20 pm

nicely done…and thaks for sharing your words

Alana Morales August 8, 2010 at 1:28 pm

Very nice…uplifting. I needed to read something like that. Thank you for sharing it. 🙂 One never knows what tomorrow will bring…

ms pie August 8, 2010 at 4:37 pm

i like the idea of but for tomorrow’s sunrise….

Deb August 8, 2010 at 11:34 pm

I feel more despair than hope, or rather the twinning of them, which feels real,, exposed by the language choices. (But maybe that is just me. 🙂 )
Keep the jar of my heart, for tomorrow.

gautami tripathy August 10, 2010 at 8:18 am

NO matter what, we will go one..

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