yearlong poem

This is for my yesterday
Splitting the sky woe-lorn with light resounding.
The grey sheds away at this new days founding.

yearlong poem

Splinted moment and fracture is what we see.
But to those not plagued by time it might be, as eternity.

Yearlong poem

By all that I have done and all my means and measure.
If I were still in Yesterday I would be without pleasure.

yearlong poem

The still silent stream spirals on into the distant dawn.
This days cast anew, yesterday spills away into the bygone.

Today is the first day, so it marks the last line in this yearlong attempt to write a single 365 line poem. I hope to even include work backlogged form days I am away from internet.

Hopeful Romantic

The art and poem were both composed some time ago but I thought it a fitting start all the same.