Tomorrows Sorrows Today

what do you do today love

 

End of Tomorrow

Beginning yesterday

 

 

Feelings, had today.

A day... in, September.

Only the prose knows... why.

Words, were written. Thusly!

 

What Dreams May Come: a movie, seen.

Like, tempered Art. In measures, movement.
I'd watch, with a passion... again and again.

Touches, the one something. I can't, explain.

In how. With all the changes, it stays. The same...

Those themes created by someones dream, I can at times equate.

What the meanings relate, in the hearts refrain.

That has rued to say, sadly. The one something, touched by truth...

The wonder, of loves proof. In some. Only to wish, was held... or granted.

To feel its grace. Somehow, touch you. Leave, its trace...

Endless cycles seasons, that come and go. In, natures surround.

And, each of them...

To allow went with deep emotions, move you.

With the created seams, in the theme that

fooled you, and foster. The love... of your pain.

The feel of you, remains. When those days of rain,

call out your name... with candid frames.

Paint, memories recall. To fall...

Into some, lost moment

of it all. Again.

Remember to love. The thought, of you...

Knowing it matters not, how long it lingers.

When reality calls, to dig in its fingers.

I recall those days spent, dying by degrees.

To, forget you. A fantasy...

That remains, the same.

Only a half a heart beat, away.

They say...

Twin Flames

To beat at the sky, and wonder why.

It has all somehow lost its luster.

How it all had gotten so cluttered, and...

Can't, be cleaned away.

Your living life, half a world a way.

Separate, in more than time and space.

Have erased...

the mere thought, of me?

 

I sigh, I cry. In another day, dying.

Wasting away. Each, mortal breath.

With the thought of this laying behind the screen.

Of fained emotional streams.

Not always presenting themselves, pleasant.

As I. Pretend, to be whole.

Standing upon the knoll eternity... with my dream, and feel.

Empty.

 

As others...

Create the sequence, as real and the players.

Making appeals of soul, at the well of tears.

To marvel, at... the mystic's tour.

Imagine.

Those of the mundane, that can not attain.

Without the inspiration, of the muse maiden.

Their trigger. Go figure!

 It out... upon the plain, and ordinary. Way.

Just not... today. Hey.

It's so complex, I shiver...

And shelve them again, for my tomorrows.

Sorrows.

I'll feel.

Come November.

 

Strange days, indeed. Eh, Wentworth?

 

 

Art in Reflection.

Lovers now worlds apart, not communicating. A reflection written of the pain of experiencing thousands of miles between us, in different Countries and Cultures.
A missing this event that comes but once, to a soul... and stupidly, lose it. No longer having the wonder of her, in my world. Wrote after watching again, the movie...

What Dreams May Come... to bring back that pain and tears, of remorse. Classical time, left. To tomorrows sorrows today. Losing a heart, in traffic

Reviews

[Ruth]

As always, I can dip into the ethereal well of your heart and thoughts Rory, love, when I read you, it has been too long and I was taken aback by this beauty, relished and dived into so deeply, I had to rush back to the surface to breathe...
What is lost with yesterday is only a reflection of what can be gained in the tomorrow...double sided mirror this journey of life :) Beautifully executed xoxo

[Jaweena...Eileen Quinta..]

Nizhoni! Heart and soul in this write...Beautiful!

[MOON]

I have read this over and over, it's heartfelt poignant , flows and guts your heart. Lovely write and great word choice.

[sharonlee]

I found this spell binding. Such echoes of truth known and those not yet known.

I'm sorry I missed this earlier.

[TamiViolet]

A piece full of intrigue and yearning... Its reality and touch of darkness drew me in, holding me in embrace of emotion... The narrator takes us on a journey of thought and experience, and the reader is increasingly aware that life is laughter and tears... My fav. lines: 'Just not today. Hey./It's so complex, I shiver.../And shelve them again, for my tomorrows./Sorrows./I'll feel./Come November./' You work reminds me of T.S. Eliot's 'Love Song...' Gorgeous work...

[Brianna Brie]

This is a superb poem. It is full of love and emotion, as well as, longing and regret. I feel it is soft and flowy and whispers your heart.

[lostboy]

do we ever have enough time to experience all the sorroys and joys of love. it outlives us..love never dies.. perhaps it migrates .

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Cosmic comets shooting two souls into the Universe.. miles apart .. not to be together.. so sad .... beautiful .. no more to say.. mere beauty.

Chloe