cycle
good night, yesterday
with your big words
and big eyes innocent
still pig-tailed, astonishable
vaguely convinced of things
in pretty language
vaguely lovelorn, perhaps
gauzily grounded
good morning, tomorrow
ripe with old unbirth
decided, uncertain
clear eyes clouded
for now
undecided, parsed and defined
goodbye, today
dissolved in doubt
schlumped in navel gazing
when flew the clouds
of morning?
where blazed the fiery grass?
what did you forget?
to remember, maybe
tomorrow
when this is yesterday
I was never good at poetry but I always found it interesting to read. The meanings you could put in, the emotions you can draw out. Great work. Love the philosophy, by the way 🙂
onwindydays said this on January 2, 2013 at 2:33 am |