| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 04/05/04 at 04:46 PM I see this poem as a reflection on the beauty of sadness…the fulfillment one can get from seeing “the world…from the shadows of my own despair…beautiful” though “full of my own self pity.” Yet I also had a feeling that this perspective of “tomorrow” is somewhat limiting…for in thinking about the beauty and ‘newness’ of tomorrow, one must relinquish the beauty of the moment…one must remove themselves from the present in which case one will miss living this moment to moment. Then again the last stanza seems to come back to the idea of the ‘present moment’ as you state that “tomorrow…I [will] solemnly sit…and watch the day become tomorrow” - If you are fully aware of yourself watching the ‘turn’ of the day as it happens moment to moment then you are truly ‘living’ I suspect. I see this poem as one filled with hope…at least reflecting on ‘tomorrow’ means letting go of the past that should be ‘dead’…it means the hope of moving forward even in despair, or ironically, even with the aid of despair. Well that's just what I saw :-) Great write! |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 04/06/04 at 08:53 PM i especially love the 4th stanza... this is really good:) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/07/04 at 03:02 PM Yes, we do live our yesterdays every day. Tomorrow is nothing but projection of yesterday. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/08/04 at 08:48 PM A sombre tune indeed that I can truly relate to if only (fortunately) in a past life. A well worded reminder that when you hit rock bottom, there's only one way to go. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/17/04 at 04:24 PM Quite sad -- seems like the first stanza is what is hoped for tomorrow and reality slowly sits in through the poem |
| Posted by Emily G Myers on 09/09/04 at 06:08 PM YAY! congrats on POTD! you really deserve it. :D |
