Tomorrow Will Never Come
Yet early, opportunities abound.
Humming or moaning through loosened teeth.
Head is withering and banking with spirit, left and right.
Emptiness crawls through eyes that are ready for lively green.
Where does this come from, this sliver of light?
Hope. Tomorrow may well be smooth survival.
Tomorrow, hands will go out often and with warmth as offerings.
Some I encounter will take away experience and found hope. Joy.
I will play the part in the hospital, covered with creamy white petals.
Steadily inform the operators that I must get back to my hapless life.
People are counting on me. Ha-ha, tee-hee, ho-ho.
But tonight I am allowed to read the most delicious stuff.
Late to the game, but I thought I might submit this for One Shot Wednesday. Check out the fine art over there!
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#1 by kolembo on February 22, 2011 - 7:37 am
Very nice! I like the way it wafts too and fro…and what a fabulous first line! Should ‘found’ read ‘find’?
#2 by Carl on February 23, 2011 - 12:37 am
Thank you for your comment. I struggled with found, but it is intended to be found as in hope that has been found and is sitting there for the taking.
#3 by Evelyn on February 22, 2011 - 9:24 pm
“Steadily inform the operators that I must get back to my hapless life.
People are counting on me. Ha-ha, tee-hee, ho-ho.
But tonight I am allowed to read the most delicious stuff.”
these lines tickle me…
this is almost a happy ending, no?
#4 by Carl on February 23, 2011 - 12:40 am
I finished in an upward, happy slope in an accident of the worst kind – I didn’t mean to, but you know how I hate to cut out the sappy stuff! I am thankful you are tickled. That is fun.
#5 by Life: Between the lines on February 22, 2011 - 9:39 pm
This is a sad piece, that of one discussing others’ joy and that joy escaping her/him 😦
You always bring such emotions to your work…touching 😦
#6 by Carl on February 23, 2011 - 12:42 am
Thank you so much for your comment. I appreciate it. Often, when I share joy or hope with others, it gives me more. We never know…
#7 by Claudia on February 23, 2011 - 6:46 am
agh – i can feel the pain in this one…well illustrated with the laughter and the hapless life…glad you ended it with a positive chord…could be C major after playing A minor for a while…hope ringing…
#8 by Carl on February 23, 2011 - 11:30 pm
Yes, thank you, Claudia! I appreciate your comment.
#9 by brian on February 23, 2011 - 7:50 am
doing counseling this fits with several of the kids i am working with…there is definitely underlying pain there…wonderfully illustrated…
#10 by Carl on February 23, 2011 - 11:30 pm
Thank you, Brian. I have been on both sides of the bench!
#11 by Eric on February 23, 2011 - 11:30 am
If you pull up hard enough on your own bootstraps, will your feet leave the ground?
You’ve got me pondering such things, Carl. Nicely done!
#12 by Carl on February 23, 2011 - 11:37 pm
If you pull on others’ bootstraps, you will float for the rest of your life!
Thanks, Eric!