The crystal sun
specks through
the finely woven linen.
It dapples cosmic shapes of white,
that hit the aging lids,
and open them up,
to the endless passage of time.
Was it I again
that wakes to breath and live ?
To toil and strain,
to walk and talk,
and reach
to travel
a higher ground.
To laugh and cry
and fret and folly,
the feast and the famine
of the ever continuance.
And thinking...
Always thinking...
Of tomorrow.
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Always thinking of tomorrow...I think that could describe many people in this world. My personal favorite was the last full four-lined stanza~ Wonderous as always!
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It reads in my heart like the tingling of soft wind chimes and the sprinkling of white, gleaming star dust, like confetti, on a new day and new opportunities.
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The crystal sun
specks through
the finely woven linen.
It dapples cosmic shapes of white,
that hit the aging lids,
and open them up,
to the endless passage of time.
Truely the finer spirit, is magnetic to the images, however vaporous they may seem to us, of the heaven we leave in our wake...
Whe are the makers of dreams and the stars in our wake shall ilumine others because they were made with a kind and loving heart. We do not have visions; we are the vision we become... Great image,it shall stick with me through out my life, clear as it was first written, carved upon this moment. Thank you.
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I can see the shapes of sunlight dancing around the room. Wonderful imagery here. I like the ending a lot as well!!
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Seems to me like someone who has lived too long and is not enjoying all of humanity and the scenes around him, like many things in this poem and its poetic language.
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Nice imagery
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You dazzle me, always. There's so much hope here but it's tempered and strung right through with the bright and throbbing thread of pain. You always paint so beautifully with your pen and this was no exception. Exceptional!
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lovely title
i really enjoyed this piece my friend. always looking ahead. tones of the mundane blessd by spirit and hope. -
ohhh wow. I just love how you write.
I haven't been on here in a while... And you still amaze me. This is beautiful, and I really love this thought. I can really understand what you are putting through here.
Your words... never cease to amaze me.
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There's a sense of serenity to this and makes me want to step out into the sun and let it shine down on my face.
Love,
Stacy
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What fine imagery you're words weave.
A wonderful poem that brings back magical memories of romantic awakenings.
The artistry of your words is inspiring
The luxurious comfort of human thought in charmed moments, beautiful.
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love this one to
each day i wake to take another breath I am greatful but like you always looking to tomarrow. most excellent pen agian. never disapionted in your work always in aw. Your Brother Nic
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i like your thoughts man.
line 9 should be 'breathe'
besides that.. sublime.
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Excellent. I have always wondered what about the day after. Hmmmmm, me thinks you've told a wonderful personal story here, and I cannot help but think you came out a winner.
Love always,
Jin
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Again, Liam, a wonderful piece of writing. The last full stanza before the lines "and thinking ... always thinking ... of tomorrow" really summed it up for me. Great writing.
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I love the imagery, and philosophical flow of this,
you always seem to make every word work. Very well done.
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We keep on truckin on this spaceship planet called earth. Day by day, moment to moment doing what we can. Hopefully we can create a better tomorrow but it must come from we the people not the invaders. you know what I'm saying...I know you do.
There is always another day.......
lovely.
Thanks poey.
Jen
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as always your writing speaks to many.it is you who leaves the reader thinking,always thinking.
Lately though i've tried not to think to much on tomorrow.too busy just getting through another day.i must say reading your poetry helps there.
believe me i'm wide awake.thanks for keeping my aging lids open. -
THIS THOUGHT ABOUT TOMORROW IS REALLY KILLING...!!!
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oh my
this is lovely calming and a great write i love the part "And thinking...
Always thinking...
Of tomorrow." that is something i do alot
keep writing the awesomeness
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always thinking of tommorrow....that's something that I'm trying to do.
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Nice job. I like the self contemplation in this poem.
Great lines:
Was it I again
that wakes to breath and live ?
Mike
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This is such a beautiful piece with thoughts weaving to the depth of understanding. I think you had great flow, and I like it very much so. keep up the great work and thank you for sharing
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Brilliant images. Also, I find it interesting when the narrator of a poem notices all the beauty around them and yet still longs for the next day instead of enjoying this one. The flow of the piece is lovely.
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Liked this latest work here Lowell! Good positive way with the write. There will always be tomorrow and we can't wait for it! THANKS!
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Ah, the dawn
Of a new day. And what a way to wake up and know that we are alive to face more troubles and trials, yet know that it's good just to live another day. That's life... ain't it grand. Great write and very thought provoking.
May you be blessed my brother.
Ron
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Heh
This was very good, by all measures Liam. Here's what I like about it. You don't stray, you keep your message the entire way through, and you don't get lost, or sidetracked.
Straight into tomorrow...
A very...resigned feeling also, resigned to aging, to seeing tomorrow, but on your terms...Not life's...
Awesome brother...Liked the title too...
PEACE ALWAYS,
BRANDON
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your words lull the reader with such romance, no matter what the subject.
the crystal sun
specks through
the finely woven linen
it dapples cosmic shapes of white
that hit the ageing lids
and open them up
to the endless passage of time.
i love this expression of words.
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A brilliant poem lined with simplicity and adorned with deep philosophical tones. I bow to your work !!!
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we fret...we toil...we struggle...and when we reach the end its peace...
if we don't go through these negative emotions we might not be bale to taste the sweetness of the unseen tomorrow... we all are waiting for...
great form of expression -
Stunning...
It's as if you are speaking for all that have struggled and fretted and gave away another day just because they new there had to be tomorrow...I felt the acceptance of the unchangeable. The strength of your self-expression is wonderful. Keep penning my loving defender...your work just gets better and better. Lovingly yours,
Gypsy
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A milestone in your work, brother.
I mean it in the best way possible that this comes across as a statement piece. Not in the way of trying to make a point, but more of an acceptance, a declaration of what is happening, what has past, and, if you read into it further, what might have been.
This piece holds a magnitude of expression and to me, reads aloud in the voice of someone who has just woken up - either literally, having just woken from a dream, or metaphorically, waking up and contemplating the reality that surrounds them.
"The crystal sun
specks through
the finely woven linen." my favourite stanza for imagery. So clear and sharp to the mind's eye.
"It dapples cosmic shapes of white,
that hit the aging lids,
and open them up,
to the endless passage of time." this left me speechless! A myriad of philosophy and the prospect of a climax of meaning and truth, all in four lines. You never fail to amaze me, Liam.
Another spectacular piece. Your work demands such respect that I will be forever humbled in it's presence.
Looking forward to the next one,
Jess
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Tomorrow never goes away...
Your spirit as usual, is in fine touch with your heart and your mind...
you know where your'e going, and you do it with poetic grace and humility
I wrote you a poem, I'll have it posted by tonight
Walk good my brother
John
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oh wow...
Amazing... This wonderful
Beautiful
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i loved it
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Excellent!
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Yes very nice. Reminds me a bit of Imagist poetry, like some of Ezra Pound's early stuff. Kudos.
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Wow.
Amazing love. Absolutely amazing. I feel almost out of breath after reading. Such beauty!!!
xoxo
gypsy
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this has a very elegant simplicity. nicely done
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wow this is is very beautiful big brother you did a truly wonderful and amazing job with this piece!!! I love it!!! Your words are so perfect!!! The flow is very magnificent!!!!!!! You portrayed this so very very well!!!! Your details and descriptions are excellante!!!!! I love it!!!!!!! You did a truly incredible outstanding job with this piece!!!!! I LOVE U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Another flawless piece! You are too good. This is beautiful! And very... relatable. There is a grand sense to it, but at the same time it is very straightforward.
Perfect present for me this morning; I l love signing on and seeing a new piece from you!
Always,
V
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I loved this one. It flows so perfectly. A crystal sun seems so much more tangible, something we can actually touch only it's easier to break. It eludes to the variety of emotions that can change over every day.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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Wow... your pieces are always so perfectly timed for me...exactly ehat i'm thinking or feeling, or what i need to hear. thank you for that, my friend... this piece is exquisite. I love the language. A poetic dance of perfectly chosen words. I read it again and again, for the feeling it gives me is comforting. Great write, Liam, you are amazing!
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*woo hoo* this is AWESOME! I loved how this flowed. The emotions seemed to make me sad, yet cry with happiness (that probably doesn't make sense, but it does to me). Your poem is real and raw. Fantastic
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Very fine Mate
I do love your talent. -c
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Yeah the crystal sun is always there,forever in continuance... and as we awake up early in the morning the first thought is again the day starts without any change .The sun is up again with a smiling face....A write well defined ..
".the damn day starts all over again whereas we wait for a change..The universe is the same, why then we look for a change..... Days goes by and turn into dark nights but this heart dosent stop yearning...
Lovely write...
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"To laugh and cry
and fret and folly,
the feast and the famine
of the ever continuance."
Wow!! Such strong imagery you've presented in this piece. I loved the feeling I got from this poem, pure sadness, beautiful hope and mixture of other emotions.
"It dapples cosmic shapes of white,
that hit the aging lids,
and open them up,
to the endless passage of time."
I specially like the imagery in this line. It speaks out with some amazing words. Really this was a write worth reading and a joy to go through.
Thanks for sharing it.
Love&Peace
~Noor
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"the feast and the famine
of the ever continuance..."
What a beautiful line.
The joy of knowing there is still time, the suffering of wondering when this difficult life will be over...
Reminds me of myself these days...wondering where the light went at the end of the tunnel, sometimes wishing it would all just end...but then realizing what a gift each new moment can truly be.
"And thinking...
always thinking...
of tomorrow."
I loved the imagery you introduced this piece with..."dapples" was an interesting and original word choice...you really painted the picture of one waking with the dawn...the covers still pulled over head...hesitant to face another day, yet grateful to be given the chance.
As long as I breathe, there is hope.
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