Thursday, 1 December 2016

Tomorrow



You leave lights on everywhere,
an unconscious graffiti scarring the night.
Yesterday pales into insignificance,
becomes the thrill of tomorrow.
The world weeps and you sit on your hands.
Where will you be when the lights go out?

Anna :o]

Isadora at Real Toads has us writing future/tense as in our uncertainty of tomorrow and above is my offering.  Cheers Isadora!

Also entered at dVerse OLN hosted by the lovely Grace.  Cheers Grace

Image:  Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

23 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is perfect, Anna!

Arcadia M said...

Great poem. :)

gillena cox said...

Luv the question you posed at the ending. For this is what's scary the most. The tomorrow. For today we know.

Thanks for dropping by to read mine

Much love...

thotpurge said...

Love the way you describe lights as an unconscious graffiti scarring the night... wonderfully done.

Cedar Wind said...

I like this--a joining of thoughts--I particularly like the 'unconscious graffiti". Janice

Grace said...

I specially like the lights : unconscious graffiti scarring the night, Anna ~

Thanks for joining us at D'verse OLN ~

Isadora Gruye said...

This poem asks an important question, and I am glad you put it out the page. Thanks for posting to the out of standard and viva la.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Yesterday pales into insignificance,
becomes the thrill of tomorrow.

This is beautiful work, Anna ❤️

brudberg said...

Such a gentle call for action.. I feel that lights forms a circle of comfort, but also there's darkness around.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Four sentences and each sets up the existential question at the end. Lots to think about here.

Jae Rose said...

I could picture those lights - sometimes light can hurt and pierce the flesh..leaving their scars and sadness..

Kim Russell said...

Great opening lines and a very pertinent question to end!

Jenny Woolf said...

A thought provoking poem. I am trying to work out what it suggests to me.

Maggie Jean said...

I certainly can relate to this. Sitting on our hands... it does seem that way to me.

Sabio Lantz said...

Very thoughtful poem.
It feels like a beginning or the middle of a story.
Did you resent the habit of leaving lights on -- was it him/her that had to change?
Was this poem chastising at many levels, one person?
Is there bitterness or righteousness behind this.
So much more I want to know.

Mama Zen said...

I really love the opening lines. Excellent work.

kaykuala said...

Where will you be when the lights go out?

One sometimes gets into the odd situation of not wanting to be involved but circumstances dictate otherwise.To survive singly may be a thing of the past.

Hank

Susie Clevenger said...

"an unconscious graffiti scarring the night" There is much to fear outside the light. Scary times require more strength than I feel I have.

Martin said...

This is something to ponder on - fascinating.

grapeling said...

where will we be, indeed ~

Mish said...

Every line is beautiful and thought-provoking. Love it.

The Bizza said...

I cannot share my favorite lines, as each line is essential, both as stand-alone thoughts, and collectively.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Your words always reach deep down into the soul...

I hope you have a Merry Christmas :)