Tomorrow

An account of Yesterday, today, and tomorrow...

Yesterday,

A river of tears was cried for you

A fume of anguish was inhaled for you

A blizzard was conceived for you

A heavy anchor was cast for you 

Today,

A forest of hope is grown for you

A deck of cards is shuffled for you

A musicians song is played for you

A cloudy sky is cleared for you

Tomorrow,

A thousand candles will be lit for you

A broken heart will be patched for you

A blank canvas will be painted for you

An oceans storm will be calmed for you

Author's Note

A pound of butter was churned for you :P ~~~ Tell me which one was your favourite, you least favourite, I curious. And please be critical, but it's okay if you're not.

Reviews

[Marie]

They're all good. But present is preferable to yesterday or tomorrow.

[Allan Eddings]

I adore this piece, it challenges people to examine their mindset. Do they live on the past, on what has been, and all that faded beauty - but still beauty it must be admitted. Or perhaps on today? In the moment, in the experience of the delight of life. Or even finally on tomorrow? On the hope for better things, or the dreams yet fulfilled and things still undone and legacy to be created. I enjoyed it immensely.

The language and imagery is delightful, the repetition in the structure does not drone on but rather has a lyrical element. One can easily imagine gently floating down a stream, or idly sipping a coffee in a cafe, and asking yourself these things. Absolutely lovely.

I have no criticisms to offer for this piece. While I am sure it can be improved, everything can, it is beyond my skill to see how. For that I apologise.

As for which I liked, I shall always like today - I live for the moment, and do not see the value of hope or of despair, or of lingering in forgotten times, rather let me drain the cup of life dry here and now. But such is my temperament and philosophy.

Thank you ever so much sharing.

Regards,
A.E.

[Distant horizons]

Love it. The last verse is especially good. Destiny is ours to discover,

[Alexus Shanae]

Favorite: a blank canvas will be painted for you. very symbolic and beautiful.

I dont neccasarily have a least favorite, you did good i like this poem bunches:]