Yesterday is past
Lost in silent separation
Placed into eternity
Buried in a golden casket
Encased in concrete
Dead to accusations
Turn to tomorrow
The warmth of expectation
Written for Poetry Jam
Following your lead …. I sit … inhaling and exhaling meaningful, measured breaths. I will make this a priority in the new year. Lovely writing.
nice…soothing and meditative…inhale the mystery…i rather like that…
This is lovely.
Very nice Alan and I like the photo as well. This was a very peaceful poem to me, one that made me feel like smiling when looking to the future. Blessings to you in the new year.
Nice piece of poetry. I especially like the line: “Inhale mystery”.
I like the idea of turning to tomorrow with the warmth of expectation! Enjoyed your poem.
a great photo and poem!
breath yes just breath and all will be well….I am sure your are right on that one!
This is really lovely! And the photo is one of my favorite subjects–water 🙂
Tomorrow is always a mystery… and we must breathe in the beauty of each moment.