Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A Poem for Wednesday, "Tomorrow"

"Conception"
Oil and Mixed Media in Canvas
Fine Art Giclee Prints available online here.




Tomorrow

Cigarette smoke hanging on
in the living room. The ship's lights
out on the water, dimming. The stars
burning holes in the sky. Becoming ash, yes.
But it's all right, they're supposed to do that.
Those lights we call stars.
Burn for a time and then die.
Me hell-bent. Wishing
it were tomorrow already.
I remember my mother, God love her,
saying, Don't wish for tomorrow.
You're wishing your life away.
Nevertheless, I wish
for tomorrow. In all its finery.
I want sleep to come and go, smoothly. 
Like passing out of the door of one car
into another. And then to wake up!
Find tomorrow in my bedroom. 
I'm more tired now than I can say.
My bowl is empty. But it's my bowl, you see,
and I love it.


by Raymond Carver

1 comment:

  1. A truly evocative poem Gina and I really love your 'circle series' of art.
    The colours and movement in this piece really resonate with me.

    Felicity x

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