Y esterday is the tear shed
the breath exhaled
the word spoken
the harvest in
today is the voice singing
the raindrops falling
the river flowing
a hand sowing
tomorrow is the unfolding dream
the gold dawn approaching
a new hope’s promise
the planted seed
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
Poetry at: Poets & Storytellers
Yesterday doesn’t exist anymore & tomorrow doesn’t exist yet. It definitely makes me wonder about today.
Nice work, Mr K.
Thank you Ron. Guess we’re both feeling philosophically metaphysical.
Lovely, Rob! Yes–to everything there is a season, and the seasons and years cycle, but
“a new hope’s promise
the planted seed”
Thank you Merril. We need to embrace hope and support it with action.
Great structure and sequence (and musical accompaniment).
Thank you Ron… 🙂
Love the Byrds Rob. Yes, tomorrow will reap the seeds we are planting today.. Sounds a little scary to me! Great poem.
I pray it does not scary Dwight.
This is so beautiful! I love; “tomorrow is the unfolding dream/the gold dawn approaching.” Yes, I believe so. We live in hope 🙂
Thank you Sanaa! I pray my words are true.
An excellent example of words well crafted! Bravo!
Thank you Susan!
That last stanza: wow! I’ll take some of that 🙂
Thank you Ingrid… me tpp! 🙂
YES! And especially the last line!
<3
David
Thank you David!
Nicely done, Rob! How is it that most humans can look backwards and forwards, but they can’t see the now, listen to the voice singing, raindrops falling or the river flowing? More focus on the now would surely yield a better tomorrow.
The fact is Kim, I believe the art of being-here-now “mindfully” is the social element that is mostly missing in our society. Smell the flowers, feel the rain, watching the river run.
Tomorrow is that planted seed, in so many ways. We can only hope that it bears kinder fruit than what we are currently experiencing. Wonderful, Rob.
Thank you K! 🙂
A wisely worded progression, Rob. Kudos.
Thank you Ken
This is a great poem, Rob. Time is so fleeting, and in our sunset years we grow more and more aware of that fact! Yesterday is done, tomorrow is not yet, today is a gift…that’s why it’s called the present!
Thank you Bev! We need to grab as much time as possible… 🙂 I had not heard the “present” statement before, or don’t remember? 😉
an exceptionally great take on the prompt Rob – may all your tomorrows be like this
Thank you very much Laura! 🙂
Love the progression here … beautifully penned, Rob.
Thank you Helen… 🙂
Every ending is a new beginning. That’s the fun of life! Enjoyed this!
Thank you Tricia… 🙂
Fabulous post, Rob! I especially appreciate the Byrds’ rendition of Ecclesiastes. This touched my grieving heart…thank you!
Thank you very much Lynn, you are most gracious.
Beautiful words
Thank you Arcadia… 🙂
Truly lovely Rob!
Thank you Linda!
This is beautiful! Enjoyed the juxtaposition of yesterday and hope for today.
Thank you Sarav!
I love it… every gardener needs to be an optimist.
I am an optimist every other week Bjorn… 🙂
You waxed very lyrical with this one, Rob.
Thank you Jane!
Well put Rob.
Thank you Kerfe!