Posted by Durlabh Singh on November 25, 19100 at 20:11:43:
In Reply to: call for poetry submissions posted by Inlet Press on February 18, 19100 at 15:44:42:
TOMORROW
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
There will be wall of silence
Between you & me
And the wind will sigh
Gathering the autumnal leaves
Over the walls of distance.
Tomorrow
There will be skies
Of distant thunders
And divisions of space
Will spill over
Coloring the autumns yellow.
Tomorrow
There will be
Twilights of
The bloods of vermilions
Or like the liquids
In the jilted veins
Playing upon the numbers.
Tomorrow
The blades of grass
Will stand like razors
And their sharpness
Will cut asunder
The abruptness of immediacy.
Then the past
Will overwhelm
The unguarded present
Tomorrow
There will be skies
Of distant thunders
And the wall of silence
Will render
All the accumulated blunders.