"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

when I think we write poems #12 yesterday today tomorrow

yesterday carnage filled the vestibule
no way to navigate through it to theorize
as bitter feelings foster scorn
today envelopes hope that utters
serenity that may expunge
with well-crafted precision
tomorrow you will guess and keep
flurry hanging over appreciation
with replicated heat inside

23 comments:

  1. Looks like three tough days, Pamela!

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  2. agree with derrick -- hope the air clears!

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  3. Interesting, clever, dark, with a piece of hope for today! Great post, Pamela!

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  4. Derrick it is not an autobiography thank goodness!
    Pamela

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  5. Erm...did you mean 'flurry' or 'fury' in the next to last line? I have to admit flurry bothered me...

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  6. jinsky I meant flurry
    and I suppose it is all a matter of interpretion
    of the reader but thanks for commenting!
    Pamela

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  7. Pamela, you always have an interesting take on the prompt. I enjoy visits to your blog. In this poem, I like that today envelopes hope that utters serenity. Today really is all that we have.

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  8. nice take on the prompt Pam....good days...bad days.....gotta take them as they come.....it is the letting go that matters.....thanks for thsi Pam

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  9. Mary today is all we have! We must live it to its fullest I agree! Thanks for a great prompt!
    Pamela

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  10. yes it is the letting go that matters and thanks for that!
    Pamela

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  11. Your "yesterday" was a real bummer! Glad its not autobiographical lol!

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  12. This said to me 'Today's hope is that tomorrow we don't repeat the mistakes of yesterday'

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  13. Bingo Stan!
    you are quite perceptive!
    Pamela

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  14. why is it, do you think, that yesterday--even when it's horrible--is usually more interesting than the rest

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  15. it is my honor to meet your wonderful poetry.

    Vestibule has always been one of my favorite words.

    I like you very much already!!

    -- a Jingle buddy.

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  16. Barb I am not sure of why that is!
    Thanks
    Pam

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  17. Thank you very much Jannie!
    Pamela

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