While tomorrow isn't here yet it's foreshadowing is so clear
As in our own day we are so set thus into our grain we sear
Tomorrow peaking over the horizon we don't see the change
Still basking in todays sun, life we're not about to rearrange
Things are moving so quickly it's approaching dust I can taste
For it is in what one doesn't see that puts one's soul to waste
The night hasn't quiet fallen yet as the stars haven't arrived
But on this you can certainly bet today will be short-lived
The rooster crowed so long ago as even he begins to prepare
Thinking what little you know and how sorely you are unaware
Even as this very day goes as it's done time and time again
As like an unblossoming rose lies such a large orchard of men
But right now today is still hear waiting along with all the rest
The answers being vividly clear we're hoping you past the test
For though tomorrows abound it doesn't have any guarantee
For if you're not found today then you might not ever be free
Categories:
unblossoming, absence,
Form: Rhyme
I'm a needle in a haystack
walking about among all
never standing tall.
A stick in an ever growing field of flowers.
never a stalk, never any power.
just a lone discarded weed, but i feed
on your unknowing, my unshowing.
until an unblossoming of a true form me
and a society forced to see me,
and try to be me,
the perfect rose.
Categories:
unblossoming, adventure, art, faith, food,
Form: Free verse