Assiduous faith searches for ceaselessly,
Vigour fortified fantasy,
Turns romanticism to reality.
In this estate of dancing chimeras,
Where impossibilities do not exist,
Its' never too late at edge of tomorrow,
Nor too early, to concede defeat!
Though acuity of vision is dimming,
Age etched furrows, scar my face,
And this undulating vapour, the future,
Too dense for these eyes to penetrate
Where could tomorrow lie hidden?
Whilst I shuffle groping walls of time,
A corner, that niche of reckoning,
Where this shape, bereaved shall lie-
Eternity's the edge of tomorrow,
And the universe that merges with it,
In attaining shape of unknown geometry,
Tomorrow's, life's coup de grace!


Comments: 14
Amy - wish I could reach out and touch you!! Hope, is ALL we live by and YOUR posts give me so much hope!! Hang in there, you've gotta give us your best, YET, my friend.
Age etched furrows, scar my face,........~
SO touching...........so me
While I shuffle groping walls of time seems a little too despondent for me. Is that what you really meant?
What do you mean by turning romanticism to reality? These are all thoughts that need expansion Vinay.
That doesn't mean that you don'r write well. You do and that's why I ask.
Jackie - right now I look amore or less the same as the pic in my icon - this has been written with the future in mind when "Age etched furrows" will be reality. Thank you, dear friend for your kind remarks.
Viemiki - thank you for reading my post first time. Please find time to read my other posts if you will. Thank you.
Fred - I've read your comments on the writing of others and I really appreciate you spending the time to point out what appears weak to you in these lines -
"Whilst I shuffle groping walls of time . . . ." is a reference to the future when I see myself as really old - the kids grown and gone and probably just me to myself.
"Turning romanticism to reality" is a reference to certain "far fetched ideas" that I do manage to turn to reality when I set my mind to it - does that make sense Fred? The entire poem is written having a future date in mind, the day I shall cease to be . . . .
Your input is valuable and I look forward to hearing more. Thank you, for helping me improve my writing. I'm obliged.
I really like this one. It might be because of the wonderful imagery and the mastery of words that you implore. Or, it could be because you use the word "Procrastination" and I am very much a fan of that. :-D Thanks for sharing your brilliance!