| 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 sadnessthe fulfillment one can get from seeing the worldfrom the shadows of my own despairbeautiful though full of my own self pity. Yet I also had a feeling that this perspective of tomorrow is somewhat limitingfor in thinking about the beauty and newness of tomorrow, one must relinquish the beauty of the momentone 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 tomorrowI [will] solemnly sitand 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 hopeat least reflecting on tomorrow means letting go of the past that should be deadit 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 |
