Tomorrowland
I know I’m old and stupid
Fell in love too much while I was young
And now rising is hard
To hope
To dream that what I believed
Was magic still
Might cast the spell
It might, you know
The color and the lines of love that
Make imagination and
Might make it real in time before
I resign
To what is dry and normal
Everything illustrative surrendered
To the age in mind of
Dust for aspiration
Of remembrance and renewal
Rather make for a
Place of once and future joy
C L Couch
September 25, 2017 at 8:13 pm
Sigh…I remember the splendor in the grass…love your poem!
September 25, 2017 at 11:32 pm
Thank you so much. It’s good to hear from you.
September 26, 2017 at 3:56 am
Hope you are feeling good, no pain! I have been moving but have finally finished!
September 26, 2017 at 7:29 pm
Congratulations on your move! Thanks for your concern. Still too much pain or too many pains, really. I’m trying to adapt.
September 26, 2017 at 5:51 am
Love this your words are so expressive. I understand the speakers feelings about finding it hard to live when you’ve been hurt before, when live takes so much time and energy. But I like the hope the magi that could be the “once and future hope.”
Cheers,
September 26, 2017 at 7:30 pm
Thanks! Your insight into the work is sharper than mine.