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

[Tommy]

Man! It is a pleasure to embrace myself with your thoughts. This is a masterpiece! Rory, you are a word weaver and destiny seeker; dreams they come and go, as time goes by in steady flow, and I hope your visions here get the chance to touch other's hearts as they did mine.

Heart Felt Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[pheasant]

Then and now
We lift our brow
When touching trickling bursts
As poetic lines one thirsts
Come to bring on firsts

Sculpted and resulted
Open and well spoken
No jokin'... this token
Beats rhythms of the heart
...These dreams do spark the art...

[imawriter]

I'm speechless, but it's okay, because you've said all in this piece... I can remain silent and just read===and feel

[Tarik]

The beauty of life dances within your words. Thanks, friend.

[OT]

oh yes!!! another stellar piece here Rory!! the rhymes - rippling through are masterfully done - the whole piece just flows so effortlessly - vocabulary as always is spot on and you tell almost 2 stories in one - showing poetic grace whilst doing it!!! brilliant!

[Rossen]

You have honed your quill, To marvel, at... the mystic's tour.

Imagine...

[An owl on the moon]

So powerful... Your vivid works speak of life and love.. you move us across human experience with a depthful beauty and wonder.. Reaching for more.. "As I. Pretend, to be whole." Those words struck so deep.

[Lilly Negoi]

how did i miss this up to now?!? this is wonderfully constructed! the inner rhyme is but the cherry on top of the cake! but the filling...and the feeling...making you read it again and again...

[Linear]

Amazing write, i dont really watch movies so i cant see the inspiration for the poem

but i so enjoyed the trip

thank you