| Comment By: SilkinTears on October 11, 2007 01:53:25 PM
The unknown of tomorrow is the hope and promise of the pain of yesterday to pass. It is very hard to move on.
| Comment By: Lynn Cowman on September 22, 2007 09:50:11 AM
Tomorrow is our way to move forward.. Nice Write.
| Comment By: Barbara Demasson on September 22, 2007 01:11:22 AM
Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone John. Just take on the cares and pains of today, that is enough. The pain in this poem is tangible. A void can remain for as long as it takes to fill, be that months or years. I would bet everything I own in this world that NOBODY can say they have not been beneath those crashing waves at one time or another. Does it hurt...oh hell yes, very much so, it is a torment that lasts too long. Will it stop? Yes, it can and will, if you believe it can and will it to be. The question that matters most is this: do you want to move on?
This is a sincere, beautifully composed, heartbreaking poem John. "Life can leave a void as vast
As the known space that
Lies between two hearts that passed." Exquisite writing John!
Sending love and light your way,
| Comment By: Dan on September 21, 2007 01:00:21 AM
|This was a great read. When all seems bleak all we can aspire to is tomorrow but we are here alive today and that is beautiful. Thank you for this piece.|
| Comment By: James Lagoski on September 20, 2007 08:49:06 AM
The strongest trees with time will fall
At some time all good men will crawl
We're born into this world helpless and frail
And at times there's no wind to push our sail-
John May the peace you seek be yours to find-
Best Wishes to You and Yours My Friend~
| Comment By: Alison Storm Wolf on September 20, 2007 07:56:03 AM
|full of pain and deep longing...|
| Comment By: abby on September 20, 2007 07:02:43 AM
How can we discern tomorrow except to address our presenT?
Your poems nudge us to reason.
| Comment By: b doneff on September 20, 2007 06:58:00 AM
Sometimes we do indeed feel as empty as the open sky. This was a write of trial, bravery, and coping. You are right, the willow does bend to the wind, but I think even it offers some resistance before giving in. Perhaps that little bit of resistance in you will pass soon and you will find that wind almost refreshing.
Many good thoughts to you. This was a write from the deep.
| Comment By: Adri on September 20, 2007 06:48:55 AM
It is so difficult, isn't it. I know the feeling. beautifully illustrated. I love this.
| Comment By: lionheart on September 20, 2007 06:44:16 AM
We have to keep on John. I know of no other way of coping with life.
After all, what is the alternative?
I understand the need to write poems like this.