Let's drift towards tomorrow
Try to shape it to our will
Hope fate allows
Our little fantasies and foibles
To flourish
While Time sits in our palm
Like a heart
Throbbing and trembling itself
To death
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm., Accidental Poet
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Comments6
Good write👌
Thanks!
I beg to differ with my learned friend .. this is better than good .. much better .. the ending of course is to die for ..
Please don't die........... thank you.
Thanks for this intriguing verse Lorna along with the well chosen and telling number A compelling reflection on how time can pass and leave us hopelessly drifting in unfinished plans. This must go into my list of favourite reads.
Love when you visit Fay - thank you!
Doh! I try to drift towards 'tomorrow' but it never gets here. It's 'today' by the time it arrives!
I can't work it out, with only me 3 brain cells. lol.
This is pretty funny - and on only 3 brain cells - I know you are holding out on us and could easily turn all of them on...... I'm laughing........
Rich, and steadily hopeful. Yet, the pensive thought of the passing of time, creates that ominous tone. This is beautifully written.
So happy you liked it.........
There's always a smile of hope in tomorrow Lorna. 🌹
True.... and it helps that the sun came out!
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