Tobey Hill Poet Free verse

Loss Fills the Plate Where Once, Tomorrow Reined

A great despair...
Heavy and burdensome..
Hangs like wet wool, covering the motionless night...
From a door...
Within the depths of self...
Realization springs forth...
Uncoiling, like a serpent in strike....
Time is the great equalizer of man...
It paints the picture of truth...
For we all march daily towards death and deliverance...
Loss fills the plate...
Where once,
Tomorrow reined.....TAH

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Deborah Burch March 10, 2017 at 3:54 PM Embracing Time...and seeing Life in every breath...is the only way we can except and see Death for what it really is...a journey of infinite Tomorrows. Well done Toby. hugs deb

Charmaine Chircop March 23, 2013 at 4:30 PM I came here to read your new post but unfortunately found none.Hope you get mused and im doing great being a mommy : )

Charmaine Chircop December 23, 2012 at 8:26 PM Have a blessed xmas Tah

Elizabeth Wesley October 15, 2012 at 8:03 AM Tomorrow is here but you haven't come with it! Where is our TAH?

Carol Sunshine Brown August 17, 2012 at 1:58 PM Time for a new piece of poetry Tobey. I await your reentry into the Soup. Love, Carol

Gracie Bawden June 28, 2012 at 7:20 AM Your imagery is beautiful, 'hangs like wet wool, covering the motionless night'. Not sure how I feel about your use of suspense markers. Seems a little excessive to me but your command of language is stunning.

Elizabeth Wesley May 21, 2012 at 7:56 AM We progress through dispair in order to grow. You say it with depth and understanding Tah, each line is to be considered with care. Luv, Lizzie

Carol Eastman May 19, 2012 at 12:32 PM An interesting write but mine are way more light hearted... You should come read my "Shaking The Lily Pad". This was great but very sad.

Charmaine Chircop May 14, 2012 at 12:43 AM Ow geee.... Now i read this... and i'm scared i'm going to die :).. Just kidding... but when one reflects on this post seriously ,it really gets to you...Life is really short,isn't it?When one considers how short it is,how painful it can be,there is nothing better than to live day by day and make the best of what's left.. and im sure beyond the picture of truth.. We can find some fun and laughter too.... Profound thoughts Tah

Laura Breidenthal May 9, 2012 at 6:11 PM Wow. This is a great poem, filled with such despairing emotion. I very much like the style and the overall feel of it. ;_; Beautiful. Always, Laura

John Rhinem May 9, 2012 at 2:36 PM Smile ˜ I Am Pondering Whether I Should Waste My Time Once More Reiterating & Replying Unto This Broken Records Round & Round & Rounds Moment, My Dear Precious Tah * But I Suppose I Have Already Found The Answer In These Words Right Here ˜ Hang In There Baby Boy, It Gets Much Better ˜ Love Always, John!:) ˜

Carolyn Devonshire May 9, 2012 at 2:26 PM A sad but accurate description of the progression of life. There is nothing we can do to halt the procession toward death and deliverence. We can but live good lives while are on earth and hope we have done enough. The last three lines gaveme tears, Tobey. I fear this may one day be the case. Love Carolyn