Yesterday's Tomorrow

 

Early morning
I awake
to light the flame
the candle bright
the pages set
upon my desk
so white and blank
a dead man's stare
waiting to be made aware
once more.

 

Fighting away the memories
of last night's dreams
laden in hazy sleep
gossamer scenes
to set free upon this open
book
another look
into my soul and heart and mind
thoughts and feelings
unwind
cobrafied about
bound up tight
as the ropes that bind
me to the need
to free myself
and meander among
these words again.

 

Trying to express
in simplicity
that dream I had of you
the Kiss
upon our sweet lips
or the smell
of my little boy's hair
the saltiness of the midnight air
in June
the goldfinches tune
outside my window
dining on its breakfast
of thistle seed
sun shining now in coniptions
off its golden breast
while the flame flickers
in the wind
as I raise the pane of glass
and let the breeze
come in to rest upon
these lines of inky
excursions
set to rhyme or not.

 

Only a desire unfulfilled
until each morn
I take up
the quill
and begin the toil
once more
of setting to fill les livres
avec mon amis-

to appease my aching soul
and set it free
amidst the sweet flow
of my blood.

 

Mistletoed illusions
cut quick upon the pages
bright
before work again sounds out
its calling me away again
from the poetry
I hold so dear
and wake to each early morning
clear and still.

 

Though these moments
are the best
of all
recalling you, or him or her
within my nightbound train
traveling back to life with me
and planted here
in candle glow
to grow
the words flow
across these lines
in refrains
of memories
of yesterday's tomorrow.

 

 

Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

oh my gosh, Sid, I was holding my breath while reading this - it was THAT encompassing. What a lovely pleasant trip that was; absolutely fabulous. I encourage anyone reading this to read it a few times to really let it melt into your soul, which it will if you have one. I am in complete awe of this piece, ha! the second time I've been awed today! I guess creativity is abound! God bless us. Absolutely touching. Perfect.

[OT]

brilliant poetry!! captivating - the imagery and words carried me through the piece! very well written - loved it!!

[Rory CJ Frankson]

A message...
******************
the pages set
upon my desk
so white and blank
**************************
How well I know this: dead mans stare...
********************************************************************************** Fear & Dread...
How Inter Continental you are, and dreamy! You carry me away, at some of your meanderings... truly. So separate and unique, is your view. On almost, too many. Things. That at times, in the enmeshing. I shiver. And it, blend. With determined flashes, of your want. Need?

Eternal desires, and at times. The frivolity of unconcerns release, upon the wordage. You so praise, as a vengeance. To shout, the skies of privileged...
See, here I am. And yet the knowing, of sufferance. In the times, dread flow. That, at the arrival...
stop
to hang... tease, and tantalize. Classical-ism. That place, les livres avec mon amis- de demi-mondaine désignait les femmes entretenues par de riches Parisien dreams... a fond, eclipse. Beyond reasonable sufferance...
described, there?
And in the same breath, you can smell your little boys hair and he isn't home. The worry, that arrive. At pre-occupation. That ignore the real detail of the day. You neither want, or need. And dream. Of Europe, all these things i fear, to read of you. They are like a submarine. That sink into my Psyche and Scream. Release. And I. Left to wonder, at just what. Is being, left there....?

You and Post. In the reflection, seem distracted.
Fall, to the feel of need, and then...
Back peddle... the result?
Inside, there reside. A Master, and yet?

Come to a term...

decide, that its alright... to?
Write. That, which you fear the most... it's waiting, for you!
To arrive at the perfection you seek, and doubt. Yourself?
Sorry. its here and talking, to me...
some one.
I AM
******
profound, this Spirit
periapt
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[alternative_be]

Thank you for sending this to me... It has been a long time since I have been here or read anything. This is the kind of poem that one can read over and over again and each time I will read this, I am likely to discover another layer. For me it is the kind of poem I can feel and understand emotionally. It's meaning (to me) is so deep and profound that I really feel drawn it to it while reading it and I do not want to leave!

[Antonio Valentino]

Sitting here at the lake this morning, the hills just turning a golden orange, the branches kissing the wind, birds sharing their dreams with one another, I didn't want this poem to end, just like this weekend. Moments, thats what we are. Some ordinary, some even depressing at times, and yet still, there are those winks of time where the eyelashes of life brush against ours, and we choose to keep our eyes closed, just a little bit longer...

Antonio xx

[Tomás Ó C..]

Nice one!!!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your great winning poem!

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

aren't you just beautiful inside and out, i love your poetry, your beautiful soul, and how you were given this great creative talent! I love you dearly! x0x0x0x0

[Helena]

Truly beautiful poetry. Full of the most wonderful imagery...it completely drew me
into the serene scene you painted so well. Thank you for submitting this to my
contest "A chance to shine"....Helena

[Gandré]

This is what I like - when you write in such fragments like catchin' small retrospectives - it is honest and lived and origin. I have disgust of all those pretenders, thieving and stealing and copying and re-arranging words. One of them yesterday closed his profile. I wonder - why. Perhaps I moved his rotten heart?

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

beautiful and the imagry just jumps out at you well done.