Plans

Lorna



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

  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 6th, 2023 03:26
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm.
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  • Mottakeenur Rehman

    Good write👌

    • Lorna

      Thanks!

    • Neville


      I beg to differ with my learned friend .. this is better than good .. much better .. the ending of course is to die for ..

      • Lorna

        Please don't die........... thank you.

      • Fay Slimm.

        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.

        • Lorna

          Love when you visit Fay - thank you!

        • orchidee

          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.

          • Lorna

            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........

          • Rocky Lagou

            Rich, and steadily hopeful. Yet, the pensive thought of the passing of time, creates that ominous tone. This is beautifully written.

            • Lorna

              So happy you liked it.........



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