Tomorrow's Brighter Day

Tomorrow's Brighter Day

A Poem by Dean

    Tomorrow's Brighter Day


is what we wish for, isn't it?
It always offers just a bit more time
to set the scene before the curtain rises,
before the houselights dim,
the orchestra to take a break,
before some truth is caught in frolic,
covers its face, and vanishes in shame

.

That legendary day, alas, does not draw closer.
There it is, cemented in nostalgia,
reachable by sacrifice, and distant
by the falsity of pride
that always thunders at us
with deceptive voices, carefully enunciated
to an educated ear.


Only freeloaders must beware.
Only truth which must endure
will manage to survive,
and even that must struggle mightily
against the vanity that festers
in our coveted wounds.
Yes, my love, tomorrow!


Sign the cross.  Ressurect the rosary.
All creatures of our God and King
will bow once more to every majesty
we have created--every tale
that draws the heartstrings tighter.

Or simply let it be.


Everyone can play; no act of modesty negates.
Reach.  My own is with me still,
though I flash back six decades--
it was time to say goodbye,
that which remained, unverbalized.
His gaze and mine, an intercept
that would never be resolved.
               ~

© 2013 Dean


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A dynamic philosophy, that too, like Tassell, reminds me of the fact that life is merely an entire stage, on which we, as actors, improvise and through such improvisation effect the entire story. I really love the way it was worded, and I apologize for not being critical...there's nothing to criticize! :D

Posted 10 Years Ago


Dean

10 Years Ago

It seems that one Bill Shakespeare agrees with you. :-)
Hmmm ... I'm left with life being a stage, we are all actors, and we always want the brighter day of tomorrow. That day, however, never comes as one day unfolds into the next, as bleak, if not bleaker, than the one before, our own vanity and self-pride disallowing a resolution to all the problems unresolved.

The last two lines: "His gaze and mine, an intercept that would never be resolved," are beautiful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Dean

10 Years Ago

yes, thanks. More and more, I am of the opinion that it is desireable that questions suffer more f.. read more
Have read... sorry to say, I don't understand ..

Jazz xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


Dean

10 Years Ago


Don't worry---I'm a crazy mystery

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