"A Series Of Thoughts - Tomorrows..."

straight-up thoughts

Listening.  Breathing quietly.
Echoing - new, old, you, we... they,
us - I
have listened, I have
...listened too
and to the ...wind...

"Tomorrows..."

Where is tomorrow?
I don't know. 
It WAS right there
just
right
there
and then it wasn't
- anywhere - any where at all.

We were promised tomorrows
everywhere and everywhen
every day and time and place -
in school ~
church ~
at what we do, did ~
where we are, were...

Across desks, kitchen and diningroom tables,
beds,
in tears - and with tears - and through
tears
and
- in every room -
under the sun and sky
in the darkness
even within the earth...

in our minds - day and night dreams and
even the mares...

promised
...tomorrows.

The price is steep, dear - and always met:
Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers,
family, friends, and all the others along the ways ~
all and everyone else for tomorrows. 

And now its even our selves -
the altars await as we lay down,
as one-by-one
we ALL
PROMISE

...tomorrows...

...and we believe

and I...believe...

Chris

Author's Note

Thoughts being explored

Reviews

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Very good exploration of thoughts. We have a funny way of defining our goals and the measure by which we reach them. Some measure success by monetary funds, some by the amount of t heir assets. Most of us go on living day by day in utter stupor without really knowing what we want till we get there. That is human nature and human nature makes us somewhat dissatisfied, making it imperative to improve. I believe it's the small things that make life precious. Like gold nuggets in the mud, beauty is often hidden beneath a cloak of unsightliness. It happened to me when I approached a dirty sunburned homeless man. I expected slurred speech and irrational thoughts. To my surprise, I found a soft-spoken and articulate intellectual. It happened to me when I pulled into the littered and unkempt parking lot of a dingy shack, displaying a faded crooked sign that read “Ant qu s”.
A real nugget of gold.


" Yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow but a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow | a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day. (Quote by - Sanskrit Proverb) "

[Ruth]

Where does time go? So precious and then whoosh! Every second thought on is a second stolen ever faster, that, I guess, is why it is so important to not waste those seconds or thoughts. Each one held promise...mystery.

No light task to promise a tomorrow...made me think on how much more directly we need to focus our attention. We owe it to life.

Beautiful xx

[olla]

I believe in tomorrows.. like Scarlet..

[Larry Dyson]

Appears we both have been Mused ..similarly this am?

[Chris]

Like minds are hell aren't they?

[Me]

A deep, poignant and meaningful write

[sharonlee]

Always love a second read


shar

[An Ordinary Woman]

time slipping away when we aren't looking...said so poignantly here ...

[emmajoy]

Tomorrows are best looked at a least a week ago, when future seems so far away and we feel full of hope that ..
Your poem's format is unusually calm as if you're taking a sigh and using it to write with; you appear to believe in your tomorrows so, surely, must be content in your today. A wonderful thought, pity more don't accept it, better be happily satisfied in what there is than reach too far out - ambition's sometimes a killer, hope is gentle in its achievement. Maybe that's what you're meaning .. maybe,

[asdarkeyesclose]

I found this inspirational. We look forward with strength and insight. I love the way you emphasise words in your poetry it turns them into a tapestry or a stave of music with its louds and softs. Stunning!

[sharonlee]

You unraveled a flood of thoughts in me Chris....

Shar