she said that
she would do it
tomorrow – postponing
the decision
one more day
she would do it
tomorrow – postponing
the decision
one more day
she knew that
she would not do it
tomorrow – prolonging
the situation
yet another week
at the year’s end
she gathered up
the scattered leaves
of unfulfilled aspiration -
a substantial pile
she blew on the leaves
- they levitated
to join the four winds
her breath spent
she contemplated
her wasted life
January 23, 2008 at 3:01 pm
are yout hat lady that has taken up residence in my bathroom mirror??? you seem to know an awful lot about me……
well done !!
January 23, 2008 at 3:03 pm
I see myself mirrored in this poem. I’m a great procrastinator.
January 23, 2008 at 5:14 pm
This made me think a lot about those “tomorrows” that we all know won’t happen. Great take on it.
Welcome to 3WW!
January 23, 2008 at 5:35 pm
It’s this fear that drives me to accomplish the things I do. This is a lovely poem with a strong emotion to it, and a finality in the final words that is very sad.
January 23, 2008 at 5:56 pm
I feel like her right now
January 23, 2008 at 8:52 pm
Nice poem – I keep putting off procrastination but it comes anyway. I kinda disagree with ‘wasted’ life, but I love the poem!
January 23, 2008 at 10:37 pm
oh boy, can i relate….thank you for writing this poem about me
January 23, 2008 at 11:20 pm
There seem to be a few others like me = I don’t do today what i can leave until tomorrow. A ‘wasted life’ is a worse case scenario. I can see what you mean, Tumblewords.
January 23, 2008 at 11:29 pm
spoken so well…that 3rd paragraph hit real close to home… experience is everything doncha think…
January 24, 2008 at 1:19 am
I think we all have a few leaves piled up and you hit a cord with me. Well done!
January 24, 2008 at 1:51 am
Very nice. It flowed smoothly and made me wonder how her life was wasted.
January 24, 2008 at 10:43 am
Somehow this saddened me. That 3rd stanza speaks out…
if tomorrow comes
January 30, 2008 at 1:46 am
nice