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    dots Submission Name: Promisesdots

    Author: phil askew
    ASL Info:    73/m/Salem,Ma
    Elite Ratio:    7.88 - 1236/878/175
    Words: 146
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    Tomorrows are snowflakes
    that come out of the blue
    each, a singular promise
    in crystalline form
    unique, with its own mystique
    short-lived and short-loved
    and always on the tongue.

    Yesterdays are sunbeams
    recalled with a warmth
    hot enough to tingle skin
    bright enough to diminish visions
    of transient moments and affairs
    strong-lived and strong-loved
    and always within the heart.

    Today is a cloud
    borne by the wind
    filled with the teardrops
    of yesterday’s rain
    showering dreams
    of life or perhaps love
    and always out of reach.

    Submitted on 2017-01-11 15:44:08     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This was such a wonderful piece to read. When I realised that it was the three realms of time I was eager to get to the end to see what you had to say about Today. When I got to that section I kind of felt disappointed because I thought you were going to write more like a piece of advice rather than a mixture of the previous stanzas. Not that it is wrong .... it was what I imagined the third stanza might contain.

    Your write evokes all kinds of thought for starters my favourite lines in literature:

    "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
    To the last syllable of recorded time,
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more: it is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing"

    Or the fact that we, folks, are so inclined to dwell on the past and are so fretful about the future that we do not get to enjoy the present. I'm so determined to do so! Mindfulness seems like a suitable starting point ...

    As I said, I liked your write. It seems so neat, flawless and I do not how to say this but your style is so mature and well accomplished, so to speak.

    Kind regards,

    Ethan Brody
    | Posted on 2017-01-11 00:00:00 | by Ethan Brody | [ Reply to This ]

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