Yesterdays To Tomorrows Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Blows of bubble sorrows
Into the despair wind
Yesterdays to tomorrows
Surfaces of true chagrined

Green and young woe
To the universe bang
In its fast and slow
Understanding full song

Little thickness surfaces
Frequently to fail
Sea of moonlit disguises
Lost in forgetful trail

Hiding springs to come
Thinner or more thicker
Where everything is from
Time’s stretching clicker

Blows the wind that blows
Into the unknown alive
Every morning goes
When new beginnings arrive

Tides of two sided loin
With its spinning wheels
Inn and out the conjoin
From this to the other ideals

• To E. E. Cummings, #43,50 Poems