THREE DAYS OF LIFE

YESTERDAY WAS

A time of growing

experiencing things not yet sampled

days of war within and without

longing...dreaming...hoping...just living

discovering that getting is not as good as giving

writing my story in memories.

TODAY IS

Where I am

looking back and looking forward

watching for signs

jaded...too wise...too innocent...

moving toward the exit

Wondering what waits

Can my heart bear more?

TOMORROW...

There are no memories

A blank page to be written upon

Borrows the hope of things to come

It waits like an expectant mother waits for her child


Ana Louis






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abradford55 5 years ago from Howell,MI

Life is so unpredictable you just have to take it one piece at a time, thanks for sharing


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Winsome 5 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

I don't know how your hubs slipped past me. These poems are wonderful. I love the tomorrow simile and the "giving is better than getting"...hold off on that "moving toward the exit" stuff, we have promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep...we must listen to Frost's horse, he knows. =:)


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Ana Louis 5 years ago from Louisiana Author

Thank you abradford for stopping by and commenting. Time is a funny thing and really all that matters in today. We can't change yesterday; and although we don't know what tomorrow might hold for us - what we do today creates a ripple in events that often reach into our tomorrows.


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Ana Louis 5 years ago from Louisiana Author

Hi Winsome. Glad you liked the poem. Don't worry, I am not planning an exit any time soon. So true - promises to keep, miles to go, but I sure could use a nap.

Don't worry about missing the hubs. I am having a creative orgy and words are seeping out all over the place...paper every where, dishes piled in the sink, my husband thinks I am having an affair(just kidding), and I have stopped answering my phone. "I just vant to be alone" ( you have to imagine the accent). I just hope when this burst of light fades I will be able to piece together the chaos and come up with something more to publish...and my keys are sticking on my laptop. Sorry. I got a little carried away.


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Winsome 5 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

Ha ha, I just had to laugh at the miles to go before I sleep, but I sure could use a nap. Wonderful. =:)


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

Hi Ana, I love the photo, it goes so well with your poignant words. Cheers


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epigramman 5 years ago

....well this was a good day when I met you and your deep soulful words ....you write like a painter paints - very artfully.

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Ana Louis 5 years ago from Louisiana Author

Hi attempted. Thanks again. So glad you have been visiting my hubs, and that you like the poems, that means a lot. Have a great envening.


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Ana Louis 5 years ago from Louisiana Author

Hi again epigramman. You are so kind. I am glad you like this poem, and I think it is awsome that you say "I write like a painter paints." That is what writing is to me - painting with words.

Thanks for stopping by.

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