Yesterday's Tomorrow

 

Early morning
I awake
to light the flame
the candle bright
the pages set
upon my desk
so white and blank
a dead man's stare
waiting to be made aware
once more.

 

Fighting away the memories
of last night's dreams
laden in hazy sleep
gossamer scenes
to set free upon this open
book
another look
into my soul and heart and mind
thoughts and feelings
unwind
cobrafied about
bound up tight
as the ropes that bind
me to the need
to free myself
and meander among
these words again.

 

Trying to express
in simplicity
that dream I had of you
the Kiss
upon our sweet lips
or the smell
of my little boy's hair
the saltiness of the midnight air
in June
the goldfinches tune
outside my window
dining on its breakfast
of thistle seed
sun shining now in coniptions
off its golden breast
while the flame flickers
in the wind
as I raise the pane of glass
and let the breeze
come in to rest upon
these lines of inky
excursions
set to rhyme or not.

 

Only a desire unfulfilled
until each morn
I take up
the quill
and begin the toil
once more
of setting to fill les livres
avec mon amis-

to appease my aching soul
and set it free
amidst the sweet flow
of my blood.

 

Mistletoed illusions
cut quick upon the pages
bright
before work again sounds out
its calling me away again
from the poetry
I hold so dear
and wake to each early morning
clear and still.

 

Though these moments
are the best
of all
recalling you, or him or her
within my nightbound train
traveling back to life with me
and planted here
in candle glow
to grow
the words flow
across these lines
in refrains
of memories
of yesterday's tomorrow.

 

 

Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

oh my gosh, Sid, I was holding my breath while reading this - it was THAT encompassing. What a lovely pleasant trip that was; absolutely fabulous. I encourage anyone reading this to read it a few times to really let it melt into your soul, which it will if you have one. I am in complete awe of this piece, ha! the second time I've been awed today! I guess creativity is abound! God bless us. Absolutely touching. Perfect.

[Donald Meikle]

Felt it all in intense familiarity, the smell of your baby boy's hair was like icing on the cake.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A very nice piece. I love the word "cobrafied" ;o) Your muse is spreading her wings.

[Belator Books]

Breathless prose. Very well done. All the winding thoughts of poets wrapped up in threadlike lines.

[J.Sinclair (Morrow)]

I love the imagery in the third stanza. It really sucked me in to the poem, and made me feel like I was there.

[forfila]

I love this Siddartha. It's a deep reach and your words paint a beautiful picture.. Keep it going:)

[Michael]

This is a beautifully composed work. I am not the biggest fan of free verse but here we have an example of it at its best. It has all the elements that so many free verse poems lack - balance and flow. Siddartha, has made me rethink my not being a free verse fan.

Great job!

[Arthur Henn]

As you close your eyes
another dream of yesterdays tomorrow
will lye down beside you

The words you write
will flow like the breeze
off the ocean

The soft glow of the candle you see
is the reflection of our sun shining
upon you

As you awaken, there will be a new
Tomorrow
A tomorrow of happiness which will
grow upon your soul
___________________________________________________

This was a wonderful poem written through the reflections of some private emotions...I think. The reality of what hides in us is alway an escape when we can sit down and write what we feel. even if it is for others to see. Its the unearthing of the prisoner of words wanting to be freed. I think you have done that here and it has freed you as a free soul.

Am I making any sense...I wonder. laughing at myself.

Great poem, thank you for sharing yourself with us all.

Art

[Bhavya Kaushik]

"Early morning
I awake
to light the flame
the candle bright
the pages set
upon my desk
so white and blank
a dead man's stare
waiting to be made aware
once more."

Ahhmmm! beautiful..really beautiful.
I really loved this one firstly because of its flow and secondly because of it feel.
The sense of irony and parallel emotions has been very well explained.
Though, I even found a sense of overcoming pain which is even better.
A great write :)