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| Separation by Edvard Munch 1896 |
When tomorrow comes
I will wipe these tears of regret
pieces of us are now just crumbs
in love’s symphony one can’t forget
When tomorrow comes
I will stand at the crosswalk of change
inhale the day deeply into my lungs
this melody in my head, I must rearrange
When tomorrow comes
will the songs of us gently fade
composing ballads in a new tongue
for all that was lost, a final serenade
When tomorrow comes
I will wipe these tears of regret
tilt my face toward the rising sun
moving forward, my heart on reset
When tomorrow comes
When tomorrow comes
When tomorrow comes
What's Going On? Hosted by Mary
using a line from "Do You Hear the People Sing"
I have chosen "When tomorrow comes"
Linking with dVerse
Regrets and more....
inspired by the artwork for the prompt
Tomorrow promises an effort of release, nice
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Gillena, Today is hope for tomorrow. Thank you for visiting. It is always appreciated.
DeleteI love that you have written a song in response to Mary’s prompt, Truedessa, and the repetition and rhyme are so effective. These lines stood out for me:
ReplyDelete‘When tomorrow comes
will the songs of us gently fade
composing ballads in a new tongue
for all that was lost, a final serenade’.
Kim, thank you for hearing the lyrical verse.
DeleteHope lives today, wishing it becomes the reality of tomorrow. I hear you, but let's give that hope a helping hand... A lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you for leaving a comment. I think hope always needs a bit of a helping hand. Hope is what keeps us moving forward into tomorrow.
DeletePS - I listened to your song....it was amazing...
DeleteA melancholy poem, Truedessa. Hope the sadness is not too overwhelming and that more and more the sun will peek through.
ReplyDeleteThe sun always eventually shines...thanks for the prompt and comment...
Delete"I will stand at the crossroad of change" and "my heart on reset"......a wonderful song of moving forward with hope into tomorrow. Beautiful, True.
ReplyDeleteYes, the crossroad of change is a great line.
ReplyDelete"for all that was lost, a final serenade" I am moved by the sense of loss in this poem. Tomorrow brings hope, but also "the songs of us gently fade."
ReplyDeleteLove your lyrical promise to " wipe the tears of regret" " when tomorrow comes". That is the right way to move forward.
ReplyDeletelyrical and tender. very beautiful
ReplyDeleteMy mother used to say “tomorrow is another day”.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it takes quite a few tomorrows but in the end it will be better.
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