Things Left Undone

I woke this morning...

and immediately

tripped and fell on parts of yesterday.

Parts left undone; parts left unfolded.

Like unworn clothes draped over chairs; 

yesterdays words drape my mouth.

Words roll over my lips like dried dough.

Licked and moistened to be cut into any
shape that can be given a name.

Any name to give an identity; to be given a purpose.

Today is yesterdays last chance for things left undone.

Reviews

[williamisles]

Heading down, I did trip and fall on parts of yesterday. And thousands of documents that are rough and near ready. Nor is this about me. Why would someone do that? I tell you, when GOD guides us, we don't always know exactly why. And to follow them and learn without knowing what we will learn. Yes, I like the way you write. And the sun got all over that last poem. Or was I reading them backwards? GOD bless you, and may the love of GOD always be with you.

[KanaDream]

I just came from "More On A Leaf", and I'm blown away (no pun intended) again. The first stanza already holds so much meaning. At every turn, there's another thing to think about, another thing to consider. The way you write gives life to things that don't live. Your style is fresh and creative. It's incredible. I hope to one day write something as meaningful as this short verse. You have a rare gift. A voice that easily inspires. Keep writing, if nothing else, keep your words alive.

[Nicole Roush]

Thank you so much!