Carlos Gutierrez

Rookie (10/23/95 / Managua)

Tomorrow, Yesterday, But Today - Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

Tomorrow is only twenty-four hours away,
And yesterday is only a memory from today.

I climb up the stairs that lead me to the first floor of a crop-field.
I breath in the warmth of a sun.

My eyes are shut tight,
But I can picture everything without cognition,

I see the horizon,
With it's ambrosial colors,
And I see the wheat,
Sway back and forth with a chilly gust…

It's just like somebody has painted with immaculate precision.
But there is more to the painting,
A painting which carries an accent; a message.

A shriek of help scatters over the diminutive drips of yellow…

And the atmosphere collapses within itself.

Let it pour rain,
But do not let us drown.

Vocalize a foredoomed chant,
And ask for a miracle,
But you can't ask for perfection,
From a mere mortal.

Twisted in a curl,
And positioned to decay,
We place our memories of sorrow,
Deep inside the hollow barriers of denial…

We forget and move one;
Stronger people than before,
Hypocrites of life,
That hide in corners of glass.

Elude your circumstances,
Elude yourself,

But,

Tomorrow is always going to be twenty-four hours away,
And yesterday will forever be washed by waves of regret.
But today, will always be today…

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  • Vipins Puthooran (12/19/2011 12:49:00 PM)


    Phenomenal write))) an excellent poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 4, 2012


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