Yesterday and Today

Yesterday and Today

A Poem by Alexander W. Quinn
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Yesterday and today, sunshine and gray...you get my drift.

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Yesterday and Today

 

I’m lost Today.

I have a home, a hearth,

   but I can’t seem to find them Today.

I have the memories of Yesterday,

   the visions of all a man could desire.

Yesterday I knew the address,

   but Today it’s a snowflake in the wind.

I loved the sunshine,

   the warmth through the windows,

   the windows to my soul,

   the soul of Yesterday.

(Lost in the dark.)

Today, the light is gone.

The sun won’t shine any more through the windows of my soul.

 

Where are my convictions?

Where are the treasures I’ve collected?

The photographs and the memories hang in my mind,

   hang on my lips,

   tasting of raspberries and crème.

(Yesterday, though, for Today the covers are bare.)

 

The cold winter’s bliss kisses my soul,

   and Yesterday’s warmth is all I have to cling to.

When I woke up Yesterday I could feel the warmth of the sun,

   it’s beautiful smile shining into the windows of my soul,

   lighting the fires of my hearth,

   of my heart.

I was happy.

Maybe not rich,

   but the sun was shining.

 

The sun isn’t shining Today.

Today I have nothing but the ghosts and the memories of Yesterday.

(Why isn’t the sun shining today?

   Is it shining somewhere else?)

A meter of snow on the ground and the night’s chill have never passed the torch to the break of day.

 

I remember having faith,

   (I had faith once?)

My convictions.

My treasures.

My Yesterday.

Maybe not so innocent but something to believe in.

Good?

Evil?

What does it matter in these shades of gray.

(That’s the snow talking.

   It was sunny Yesterday but the sun refuses to shine today.)

 

I crossed a border,

(Have I crossed a border?)

Yesterday and Today,

Like love and hate.

I linger in the dark,

   remembering the feel of the sunlight on my face Yesterday,

   knowing only the ice kiss of the snow Today.

 

I fell asleep in love.

I woke up to hate.

Yesterday I was alive.

Today I’m dead.

 

Tomorrow,

   bury me in the sunshine,

   so far away from snow.

 

© 2008 Alexander W. Quinn


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Very nice poem, I see that it is about life and love and the rollercoaster of emotions that go with it, how one day is perfect and happy and the next gone and gray.....I have ridden this roller coaster many times. A good read

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very contemplative about the dualities not only in the world, the weather but within ourselves. Nice write. Thanks for sharing.
Light and Sunshine,
Siddartha

Posted 16 Years Ago


There is something...touching....in the last stanze. Some amount of defiance to be seen there. Very nice piece.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on February 6, 2008
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Alexander W. Quinn
Alexander W. Quinn

Corneria, Canada



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