Ghosts of Tomorrow (A Poet's Perspective)

What will become of all that we do?

Ghosts of Tomorrow

(A Poet's Perspective)

 

We delude ourselves of our relevance

With what impact we make on today.

Literary circles filled full

Of verbage to be recognized,

Remembered and immortalized,

But reality is perspective

And its truth is fleeting.

Soon forgotten

And its sums equated

Into nothing.

Our words become

Whispers

Heard only by those

Incorporated within

Our timeframe.

 

The here.

The now.

 

A miniscule moment

In the grand scheme of things

Past, present,

And to come.

We are,

In all essence,

Ghosts of tomorrow.

 

Legion

11Apr08

Author's Note

Not sure if I'm done with this or not. Hmmmmm?

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? How about now?

Will you remember I wrote this when I'm gone

And oh and woe who will when we're both gone?

But if worrying about it, stops everyone, we all have nothing.

Better to keep throwing those words...some are bound to stick!

[Poetic Injustice]

Having read your poems, descending, came to this one and appreciated a reality check ripple effect mirroring my own humbling introspection. I like your style and creativity. You've a fine twist in your phrasing and imagery. And though, in the cosmic scheme of things, what we do seems to matter not ... sharing our insights for a split second may well have potential for insightful critical mass. Where have all the Woodstockers gone? Arlo's dad, Woody ... his words still ring true to me. Though, granted, it's been less a century.

[Emily B]

sometimes we are the ghosts of today . . . it seems pretty well full grown to me.

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I like your ideas. I think this poem would benefit from you playing around with the lines, making them shorter so that the poem elongates and while doing this pull out some unnecessary words [modifiers, etc.] if you foool with it let me know.

[jen]

i really like this... we really are blips on the lifetronic radar.... and our opinions, gripes, groans, moans, smiles and chortles are all relative to our perspective at that particular moment, what we ate that day, and yada...
my thoughts wind down this path view so i enjoyed this quite a bit :)

[Rosary]

The writing is good but im not sure i agree with you words once put down are put down they last longer then you might think. what about edgar allen poe robert frost E.E. Cunnings Emily Dickenson Stephen Crane and there just a handful. I know we have all read there poems. theyre not fleeting and the words definately didnt turn into whispers in the wind. The truth is if your words are meant to carry on they will

[Kelley Pascoe]

Well Legion I think you got a hit on your hands in this one. I would try and get it published. It was really good!! Thanks for sharing a walk down the dark side lanes.
Kelley Frost

[mysticgmekeepr]

this is stunning...a beautifully stated truth. All there ever is is this little grain of now..I think we are supposed to be dancing with it, awake and still dreaming.
Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read and comment. Its appreciated.

[Flow]

I love this topic of the present or this moment in time compared to the past and future. I think you did a good job with this one, and I like the points you make along the way. Excellent work.