Painting Tomorrow
Blushing pink sunset peeks beneath
Oak limbs shadowing tranquil evening
Gentleness abounds like a dancing ballerina
Whispering across a moonlit stage
Perched in motion a porcelain doll
Captivates with each practiced step
No one turns away as transfixed
Enthusiasts line auditorium like bricks
Swallows call for their resting lost mate
Swaying in and out deep meadow wheat
Nighttime is ready to settle in sleep
As the nocturnal stir in coves deep
A rumor is heard as promises rest
Another night on earth to do your best
Whisper myself a pray to believe
As another one practices to deceive
Yet a phenomena remembers cloudless sky
Painted pink by the artist near by
Holding in his hand the canvas of tomorrow
With each stroke wiping away tearful sorrow
Remember each day is yet a gift
Help someone who needs a little lift
Whisper softly a careful word
To be sure the truth will be heard
© cathy hodgson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
remember each day is yet a gift whisper softly a careful word to be sure the truth will be heard nice writing