I Don't Know Tomorrow

by Poet on the Piano   Mar 18, 2012


Less than twelve hours
until the week makes itself
another cup of brewing
coffee- can I withstand it,
will I ask for more, or will
I crumble when the tip
burns me?

I must perspire through it,
persevere, and find the solace
in a good day's work
of loving others
and pointing out other's
beauty in various
forms of talent-
that all gather together
and mark us as
one unique being.

The day might be just
a spoonful of storms,
but it could,
it may just be
a ripe tangerine
of delicate belonging-
where I thirst no more

And I don't know about tomorrow
how I will wake up
or who will make me smile first,
but I know it will be the beginning
to the days of being enveloped
in mercy.

March 18, 2012

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  • 12 years ago

    by Girl of Conviction

    And I don't know about tomorrow
    how I will wake up
    or who will make me smile first,

    my favorte part :] thats cute. i loved this one too! :]
    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    Now this is a beautiful write.
    I like how you incorporated the images of sipping coffee and all the terms related to it.. from the tip of the tongue and the cup and perspiring thru it. it makes me think that it makes you ponder.... and in the end, I felt there was a religious side to it, it is shown in the word 'mercy' ?

    or is it just love?

    a lovely write.. more than that, too..

  • 12 years ago

    by Steven Croat

    I loved this part very much:
    "spoonful of storms"

    Great poem!

    Steven

  • 12 years ago

    by Xanthe

    This reminds me of a very curious person :)
    It's a great read and I love how you ended it. Although we don't know what will happen tomorrow, we know God will always be there.
    Keep writing!
    -X

  • 12 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    "Less than twelve hours
    until the week makes itself
    another cup of brewing
    coffee- "

    WOW....my child.

    omg..