
“Prescience” by Charles Houghton Howard
touch tomorrow
reach out with the curious
fingers of dreams
yesterday having become
just another numb brain crease
“Prescience” by Charles Houghton Howard
touch tomorrow
reach out with the curious
fingers of dreams
yesterday having become
just another numb brain crease
“City Rain” by Gloria Blatt
on a walk in the weather
I bumped into yesterday
looked just like me
stuck a gun in my ribs
and stole all my youth
as I fell like the rain
pouring out of myself
slipping into the gutter
my wrinkled bones
riding a river of rubbish
right into the yawning
black drain of tomorrow
(originally posted December 2013)
“Glassblower” by Gudrun Alvebro
mutation of sand
transformation
by furious
purgative fire
eradicates traces
the granular
moral impurities
rids the regrettable
footprints that
told all the world
of past journeys
ill taken and now
best forgotten
while leaving
in place of
lamentable days
a new sparkling
clean vessel of
crystalline clarity
formed to receive
and display
those tomorrows
that promise to bear
lessons learned
with a fresh
sense of pride
step right up my good friends
I’m the dealer of days
take a chance on tomorrow
bet your dreams buy your plays
if you win I’ll assure
you the finest estate
if you lose I will choose
what will hang as your fate
but I’d give you one chance
double down for my stake
of all dreams from all men
lost to gambling’s mistake
if you win they’re all yours
every whole every part
if you lose then I’ll take
all the hope in your heart
tomorrows once tumbled
about me excitedly
puppies of time bounding
into my lap all at once
scrabbling tender pawed
crowding and licking my face
with unbridled affection
but now they have dwindled
aged into languor preferring
to yawn and lie stretched
on the rug at my feet
they still love me but quietly
knowing like only old dogs
know of truth that they few
are the last of the breed
nostalgic for the future
I remember tomorrow
as if it were yesterday
clear as the day when I died
with its morning and evening
of soft-handed glory
the kind bestowed only
through lifting of pain
as today disappears
into time gone forgotten
replaced by a present
that hasn’t arrived
and a past yet to come
future perfectly formed
from a life never lived
save in unsleeping dreams
Inspired by the following quote: “Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.” – John Wayne
midnight comes at us clean
black and sleek as a stallion
moon tossed in his mane
eyes flashing with wisdom
picked up along trails
through yesterday’s hardships
now rested and eager
to carry your ride
into imminent morning
fresh laid of new ground
exciting with perils
of unknown horizons
so long as you promise
to give him his head
Writer Lynne Sargent
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