Yesterday, Today, And Tomorrow, Part One Comments
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Yesterday
and for so many yesterdays
day after day of yesterdays
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mile after mile of yesterdays a dreary procession of yesterdays trudging by a procession of hopelessness
Thank you, my friend Soran, for pointing out lines that particularly appealed to you- it helps me to know
This is really a beautiful metaphorical poem on despair and fear having touching expression and nice collocation. Wonderful imaginary and imagery. Nice penmanship. Great theme. It has special attraction. My second visit values more. Thanks again for this gem.
I love second visits to my poems! ! ! ! I thank you for these visits and these comments - they mean so much to me
This poem strikes like a lightning rod to my own mental holocausts, and those of my family and friends who have been tethered to the restless anchors of a million yesterdays, all the should haves, all the should nots, come again and again. I know it sounds strange and selfish but when I read poems like this, I feel happy that I am not alone, that there are other people that have experienced the same things.
I think that your reaction is honest and speaking as a writer I am glad to know that the poem was worth writing...so far! Thank you for your honest gut reactions to this, Kevin
Oh, an ever such saddening and heartfelt one! .. So movingly expressed! .. My heart goes to you there, dear friend with care, my prayers! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing! .. Be reading more.. Ever so many 10S! ..................
Thank you, Rebecca. I can't reach the voting box- it is buried under thousands of ads and when I finally scroll to it, it won't hold still long enough for me to register a number. Is there a special trick to it these days? ? ? Thank you for the supportive comment
Hi Susan, heh, your poetry has been the last, I was able to rate and save... now i can do neither: (... Thank goodness though, I was able to rate and save yours :) ... Do hope we'll be to rate and such, soon again! ... Ever so many blessings to you and your family! .. :)
Thank you, Rebecca. I was beginning to think my computer was what was at fault! ! ! !
Ever so welcome! .. :) I 'll let you know if i'm able to reach ratings again... somewhere down the line... Hopefully! ...
'reaching out to nobody.... I was empty..' the excerpt reminds us of the episode of The Boss in the famous short story The Fly by Katherine Mansfield. he wanted, he intended and he had arranged to weep... However, the tears do not come, and he is not overcome with grief for his son. He only feels something.. anyway it is a deep philosophical poem after a true contemplation on life and mankind.
Oh, dear, I studied Katherine Mansfield's short stories at college and that title is so familiar but I am coming up short on the story line- -I will have to check my books out and see if I have a copy or get one from the library. Anyway, thank you for your educational comment, B.m. Biswas!
Just read youre a marvelous poem, Deserves a rating of excellent
Thank you, Benjamin, I am glad it pleased you and I thank you for rating it excellent!
Sigh...how often I can truly relate and despair with your words. After my mum died early this year I was so consumed with grief and emptiness that I could not see anything good in this world. I send my love to you Susan. Good things do happen to good people. Know you are loved.10+
Simone, our Moms leave a huge hole in us when they leave. Mine has been gone since 2006 and I keep turning to share with her, think of something and think oh, I'll ask Mom or just want a Mommy hug which cannot be replaced by any other person's hug. Thank you for the supportive love and know please that I feel the same way toward you [whose poetic talent and humanitarian qualities I highly respect and whose dependable cool-hand Luke ways remind me of my Mother who was also a nurse].
Magnificent, Susan. I get the image of everything moving around us, but we, - the individual, the person, - remain motionless. There is a sense of being victimized by the mere passage of time. That perhaps is the definition of true despair. And indeed, when there is no motion, no momentum, there is calcification, turning to stone. A perfect 10. I am really looking forward to the remainder of this work.
I am trying to work on it but my eyes are giving me a fit- -need to have one of them lasered... yea for me, , , , ugh! I am slowed up everywhere- -most of the work I am doing is on my book... then scatter a bit of time on other things till eye gets to hurting then I stop for a while.... Sorry that is going to take so llong to finish this poem. Thank you for the 10- -I beeded the encouragement! Blessings on you, my friend.
Despair! ! Reaching out to nobody! But we are there for you! ! ! Able to comment on your poems. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wow! Edward! I believe this the longest comment you have ever written! ! ! I truly feel honored and warmed by your concern and proffer of a helping hand. I cannot thank you enough for this comment., your friend Susan
been there, susan. see my poems like this and submerged. i hear echoes of macbeth's speech after his wife dies, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace... (this is some of the bard's best poetry ever.) wishing/praying comfort your way, glen
Thank you, Glen, we do get submerged, don't we? Thank you for reading and thinking and commenting
I am interested in reading other installments of this poem. Writing about sadness and depression is difficult because I believe one has to feel deeply what one writes. So a very challenging topic to express. This first part is handled expertly.
I would prefer not to have gone through that period of time but I agree with you- -a writer is best when he is feeling what he is writing from the depths of his heart to the marror of his bones. Thank you so much for your understanding response to it
under a brooding gray and fearsome sky and I... beautiful line. turned to stone. and how to hope now! how to meet oneself! and what to face then! ! nice poem friend
It reads even better the second time as I noted the moving metaphors and imposing imageries that make the poem live. Well done my friend!
Thank you- -I was wondering how those trudging lines were working for the reader and you have let me know. Thank you my dear friend
reaching out to nobody wanting to be alone wanting to be left alone unable to sleep getting up and staring at the walls........ after every midnight there is a dawn and the dawn is beautiful full of l oveliness of God who really cares for u........ thnk udear Susan.. tony
Such a powerful presentation of the past with all fears and despair. I can’t Waite for the other two chapters! Rabid and realistic reflection that is both creative and captivating!
My motivating friend! ! ! ! It pleases me that this poem caught you up. I am experiencing eye problems and can only work for 15 minutes or so at a setting so parts 2 and 3 will probably be a long time coming. Thank you Howard for your encouragement.
It is so nice inscription on despair and fear touching to past, present and future. The beginning lines are much impressive as cited here....... Yesterday and for so many yesterdays day after day of yesterdays mile after mile of yesterdays a dreary procession of yesterdays trudging by a procession of hopelessness trudging by under a brooding gray and fearsome sky Beautiful poem.10
Thank you, Kumarmani, for reading and commenting. We'll see where life takes us today and tomorrow.
I hope this has a happy ending, some of the most intense poetry comes from depression and despair, there are the waysides of life where we can rest and become rejuvenated, looking forward to the other two parts
We shall see about the happy ending, life is still working on the Tomorrow while I am working on the Today. My eyes are shot so I am forced to limit my time on computer so please be patient with an old friend!
A deep and powerful beginning. I am looking forward to the poem's development. Long poems are tough assignments and can be agonising to write but this is a great start, Susan
Tom! ! ! I am looking forward to the poem's development too! ! ! ! ! ! .I hope I haven't bitten off more than I can chew... the very nature of it is going to make it so very uneven... and it should be. Yikes, I am scaring myself! ! ! I think I will go read a Tom poem - -they always make me chuckle or make me think!
Isnt it funny how Tom doesn't use his account to comment. More sneakiness from the old. `
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7/26/2025 12:40:30 AM # 1.0.0
This philosophical poem was written in a very good and high standard language, expressing the concerns and sorrow of mankind in the desert of life, its images are very poetic, we congratulate you, our excellent poet friend..10/10
Oh, thank you so much, Soran.... you sure are an encouragement to me to write a little more often, dig a little deeper and thank you for that lofty 10! ! ! ! ! !