The Color of Yesterday is Gray

simple yet emotional, i think. As you can see , i've deeply been inspired by kites and ponies in this one.

You could take me to Paris

But it still wouldn't add color to my disposition.

I fear that my case is hopeless.

Such a shame that the world got weary with me

In such an early stage in life.

I can only imagine the splendor!

The beauty! The prestige!

Things that  I could've created or ruined

Had money or pride been treasures

As easy as apples growing on trees

Or if  67 actually had a real value other than numerical.

 

 

Those kites soar endless skies.

Skies that I could see fully

But my peripheral vision forbids me to grasp.

Little children seem to have control over them

With their stringed flying creatures.

Are they ambitons? Visions?

The young seem to have everything

Except for foresight perhaps.

Maybe I could fly a kite myself

But my nerves tell me I wouldn't

Though not exactly shouldn't.

 

 

I treat days with more fervor than before

Hoping they won't betray me.

Time used to be my pretty pony.

It had been mine even before I was conceived.

I loved her and took care of her.

But it got away as some silly thing stole my attention

During a point I'm simply old enough not to remember.

You dream of tomorrow as you sleep.

I dream of yesterdays long gone.

If only I could dispose of the present.

I think we could all sleep happily from then on

 

Reviews

[daftinklings]

Whew...I've been out of writerscafe for a while. Good to be back.

"I treat days with more fervor than before
Hoping they won't betray me."

I guess my brain hasn't really gotten into the zone yet seeing as I had to read your poem a two more times. But I like your poem though, it shows such wariness of the present. I guess it's because, when the present becomes past, we realize it's not as bad as it could have been, and when the present is still the future, we still get to dream good things about it.

[Apryl Skies]

This is a very interesting poem My favorite line is "Things that I could've created or ruined" a very simple passage yet it leaves so much open for interpretation. I feel the middle stanza seems lacks the poignancy of the first and last paragraphs though. I always enjoy your perspective and style. Thanks for sharing.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Wonderful; love the King reference to My Pretty Pony; I wonder how many will catch that. A great write.

[Gandré]

Natural folks even live after their dreams. I you wrote a sensiible portrait of what could be. Perhaps we could start just live it instead of dreaming it.
Wonderfull!
I like he title also a lot!
Thank you for your revie of my Vatican poem

L

[Spoken]

funny how we tend to live everywhere but the present. dreaming of tomorrow as we sleep and thinking of the care free days of yesterday in the morning hours. Time is on our side when we have a lot of it to waste...

i think your description of this poem is correct.. simple but emotional. Love the feel this piece radiates. Lovely!

[Seracies]

Very presumptuous and dramatic. I like the feel of this one, it tells an interesting story.

[Victoria Chang]

Children do have the power to keep on looking forward, to trust these 'winged creatures' with their happiness. To keep on being optimistic and innocent. I love this poem because of the different comparisions of life...

[Anna Writes]

Had money or pride been treasures
As easy as apples growing on trees
Or if 67 actually had a real value other than numerical < BEAUTIFUL lines here..i'm intrigued though why you chose number 67..:D

"The young seem to have everything
Except for foresight perhaps"...< true, i can sympathize with that. I myself is a jealous grown up with my childhood bliss stolen away from me...but time is a sneaky thief and it cannot return what it had stolen...:(

GREAT POEM!!