Day: May 17, 2019
When Tomorrow Comes
“I keep going. That’s surviving.
That’s what it takes to make it to tomorrow.”
I often wonder, late at night, while the world around me is fast asleep, why I’m the one still awake. The one gazing at the moon and the twinkling stars. I wonder why my mind races from one thing to next. Maybe I’m terrified I will forget something of importance. Maybe I already have. Or maybe it’s a byproduct of trying to hold myself together when I feel like breaking into a million pieces. And that’s when I remember. It’s because I don’t stop. I keep going. That’s surviving. That’s what it takes to make it to tomorrow, only to start all over again.
© Sarah Doughty
And that’s the point:
making it to tomorrow.
Poetry Box – Quote of the day
The Hunger ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
I can feel myself falling
Knowing she is giving herself to me
We both know it
We both want it
She looks at me
Then looks down
And whispers, “I am yours”
I lift her chin and say, “I know”
There is much to be given
Much to be taken
I pull her close
Kissing her
As we both feed our hunger
Hearts racing
Breathing faster
Buttons unbuttoned
Hooks unhooked
Passion builds
And two become one
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
Life Box – Quote of the day
FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL
FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL
This poem was a collaboration with Rose of Poet Rummager published in May 4, 2017.
I am posting it again because this is one of many haikus i have written and a personal favorite; while at the same time one of the collaborations which really boasted my site.
Within this brick wall,
lies my heart where no light shines.
Rejected, it sleeps.
Hidden in the dark –
dreaming so damn hard and tight.
You’re not mine, it weeps.
In this tiny room,
my heart beats against the stone –
bruised yet still hopeful.
Bleeding and in pain,
it yearns to be free again.
Walls start to crumble.
Deep scars you might keep.
Love may fade, but you decide –
Are you strong or weak?
Haiku poetry by Michnavs and Poet Rummager
Illustration by Poet Rummager
Relearning
Please do not miss – Nandita’s great post – Relearning!!
Welcome back Nandita!
Abyss
Her heart an impenetrable vault
stockaded against any intrusion
too many setbacks had left her battered
tired, disappointed and disillusioned
moonbeams could not lift her spirit
nor the faraway stars offer any hope
no blossom brought a smile on her face
sadness, her life’s recurring trope
black and grey her favourite colours
no splash of other hue to brighten her days
disinterested and no longer curious
she needed to snap out of this malaise.
“Some marry the first information they receive… Since deceit is always first to arrive, there is no room left for truth.”
“Some marry the first information they receive, and turn what comes later into their concubine. Since deceit is always first to arrive, there is no room left for truth.”
Baltasar Gracián, philosopher, writer
One Liner Wednesday – Poetry For Healing
Good Wednesday morning! I read on someone’s blog this week that they were having a challenge with the spell checkl function in WordPress.
The Reluctant Poet 