If Tomorrow Comes

by Everlasting   Feb 10, 2016


If tomorrow comes Poetry
like she did today;
strolling through these lines,
leisurely,

let her promenade
her way, silently,
unheard

for I wish to not hear her voice,
but the sound of her steps
resound in my heart,
quietly,

thump...

--------- thump...

------------------- thump...

like a lady strolling through a beach
gazing attentively at the horizon,
getting lost within the soul of the sun

let her....

----

And if tomorrow comes
that Poetry did not come
like she did today

let her come

not silently,
not quietly,

but loudly

Feb 10, 2016 1:28 pm.

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  • 4 years ago

    by prasanna

    Came back to read this again :)

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    This is a masterpiece! I am breathless
    Take care, Em

  • 8 years ago

    by hiraeth

    "The piece dawned on me quietly at first, but loudly at the end; a powerful narrative that has slight nuances of it indicating that this is a piece about the author's muse, or perhaps a battle with writers-block. It's encapsulates the feelings that writers get, the gentle stream of inspiration, the every now and there flood of inspiration, and the overwhelming desire to express ourselves. This piece is extremely relatable, and is written beautifully!" (7 pts)

    Side note: While I was searching for this poem, I typed in "if tomorrow", and there were two immediate results, this 'if tomorrow comes', and the other was 'if tomorrow never comes', although it seems like nothing at first, it made me realize that your poems tend to be on the more positive side, and that speaks a lot about you!

  • 8 years ago

    by silvershoes

    I thought I had commented as well, but turns out I commented as a sub judge, not on the actual poem. Anyway, I gave your poem 10 points and was extremely happy to see it on the front page for a week! Great writing.

  • 8 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    I swear I thought I had commented on this poem. I am remiss.

    The words you use to describe poetry's progress (promenade, strolling) evoke a sense of quiet, reverie. She loses herself in the "soul of the sun." So profound!

    But your change-up "let her come . . . loudly" is masterful.
    Well done and well deserved win.

    • 8 years ago

      by Everlasting

      Haha I know the feeling of feeling like one has commented but turns out that either the Internet fails or that one was just daydreaming about it...(at least in my case)

      Thank you for your comment Mr. Larry

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