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


when this is yesterday


~ by littlepeace on August 26, 2010.

One Response to “cycle”

  1. 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 🙂

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