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

[Goodbye]

So glad to discover your words.
"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..."
These words, this poem speaks of the torturous pain of love just so completely, irretrievably lost.

This is perfection.

[Tony]

Passionate write and a fine tribute-- like the interwoven concepts. Great work!

M

[GTVile]

Wow. Way to blend two stories into a beautiful poem. I couldn't do that, and I envy you for it. Thanks for a brilliant and inspiring read. I saw some minor grammatical errors that would make an easy fix, but they're barely noticeable while you read it because it sweeps you up in what you have to say. Bravo.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

ah yes.. i love that movie as well.. it is gorgeous and heartbreaking and real. you have spun your ruminations and emotions upon your own life, into such an incredible piece. i feel, very vividly, the anguish in your heart for your Other who has been lost to you - at least for this lifetime.

[Marie Harrison]

Wow, outstanding poem. It's remarkable.

[thoughts of jade]

im so sorry to know that... I feel for you... I do hope you'll be fine... don't worry now...

[Desert Dreamer]

I feel your pain...do we ever forget the loved ones we left behind? Amazed by your words,
" ...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. "
We should be thankful for the chance to love, even if we have to say goodbye. I enjoyed this poem greatly.