No Tomorrow

I promise you that

I am doing the best that I can,

and though some days,

they will last longer than others-- 

this day, with you, 

it went way too fast; 

 

standing on this roof 

fighting the four winds,

staring up at a nightly sky.

It was here, I dreamt-

of my own Hutterite mile.  

 

sit and listen, 

no one knew me 

and I designed this 

semblance of the badlands, 

as it breaks.  

But there’s still a little bit of your taste. 

 

I felt then like I was Falling, 

bright and early 

going nowhere 

and lay there looking up towards, 

the sun just now climbing over;

and all around me were familiar faces.  

 

I dreamt I was an architect 

quietly whispering, 

as the people run in circles, 

reminding him that if there-

was any point to believe in us.

It’s not hard to fall.

 

I felt a raindrop- 

land on my neck, 

and took a step back, 

turning, I looked up at a cloudless sky.  

Just a cheshire Moon,

hanging low, 

grinning, knowingly,

and I took a running start. 

Author's Note

I don't usually write poetry. I was sitting here listening to Pandora, and felt like writing- this was largely inspired by the different songs that came on.

Reviews

[NibbleLove]

This is just beautiful :)

[LJW]

Some fresh perspectives here.

Hutterite mile? As in the religious Hutterite people?

I might suggest a couple of tiny edits, but enjoyed this piece.

[Addi]

I don't usually read poetry, but this was really well done. It was beautifully written and I like the idea. I especially love the very last line.

[ShadowOfTheDay]

Very beautiful but sad. I love it keep up the great work :DD

[Mindy]

I like! Beautiful and sad yet so true and real

[MandaBear]

Very nice poem even if you dont usually write them. i liked the feeling you gave the poem. Good Job.!!

[Desert Dreamer]

I love the image created in the last verse, it is as if the Moon were teasing you.

[deeps]

This is an emotional write here. Very well expressed and written.

[Moonflower]

This was beautiful and full of sorrow and lonliness, it made me think of an angel crying as he turned his back and stopped believing that the world could change, that man would stop making so many mistakes.
Exquisite piece, I was surprised to read that you don't write poetry very often.

[just is]

I loved the last stanza. This is a wonderful write it's quite lovely!