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What About Tomorrow?
What about tomorrow,
that shadowed shore we cannot touch,
its tides unseen, its winds unmeasured?
It waits beyond the distant edge of now,
a whisper on the lips of time,
with questions we cannot answer.
Will it come softly
like the first blush of dawn
its light spilling gold across the sky
or will it roar, a tempest tearing
through the quiet, leaving us
breathless, clutching at the remains
of today?
Perhaps tomorrow is a mirror,
its surface rippling with the echoes
of today, Perhaps it is a seed buried deep
in the soil of hope, waiting for the rain,
the sun, the tender hand of time.
What about tomorrow?
It's not ours to own, only to meet,
or to greet with open hearts unguarded.
It is the breath after this one,
the step after this, the endless
horizon that calls us ever forward.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
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neopoet
4 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem explores the uncertainty and anticipation associated with the future, employing a series of metaphors and questions to evoke both anxiety and hope. The opening stanza establishes a contemplative tone, personifying tomorrow as an unreachable “shadowed shore” and using tactile and sensory imagery (“tides unseen, winds unmeasured”) to emphasize its intangibility. The phrase “a whisper on the lips of time” is evocative, though the abstractness risks distancing the reader unless grounded by more concrete imagery.
The second stanza contrasts two possible arrivals of tomorrow: gentle and violent. The juxtaposition between “the first blush of dawn” and “a tempest tearing / through the quiet” is effective, though the latter half of the stanza could benefit from more specific images rather than the general “clutching at the remains / of today,” which feels somewhat expected.
The third stanza introduces additional metaphors—tomorrow as a “mirror” and as “a seed buried deep.” The mirror metaphor (“its surface rippling with the echoes / of today”) is compelling, suggesting continuity and reflection, while the seed metaphor introduces the possibility of growth and renewal. The line break after “today,” followed by “Perhaps it is a seed…” disrupts the flow; consider reworking the enjambment for smoother reading.
The final stanza returns to the central question, reiterating the poem’s theme of acceptance and humility before the unknown. The lines “It’s not ours to own, only to meet, / or to greet with open hearts unguarded” effectively summarize the poem’s message. The closing images—“the breath after this one, / the step after this, the endless / horizon”—are familiar but resonate with the poem’s meditative tone.
Overall, the poem demonstrates control of language and a consistent thematic focus. The use of metaphor is varied and mostly effective, though some images could be made more concrete or surprising to deepen the emotional impact. Attention to line breaks and specificity could further strengthen the poem’s voice and clarity.
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Geezer
4 months 1 week ago
The quiet thoughts...
of a meditative mind, in the between hours of night and dawn. One can almost see the author sitting at a desk with a guttering candle, looking out of the window at the lightening of the sky. Well done, ~ Geez.
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William Lynn
4 months 1 week ago
Hi Geeze
Thanks for your comments, much appreciated. A few minutes ago I was indeed, looking out the window at the rain that is supposed to be snow this time of year, wondering what the new year will bring.
Stay warm, happy, and keep on writing! - Will an
Lavender
4 months 1 week ago
What About Tomorrow?
Hello, Will,
I give you such respect with this poem. It is remarkable. So inspiring. I felt the courage in its depth and message. I imagine this one felt pretty wonderful when creating it. It's a beauty.
Thank you!
L
William Lynn
4 months 1 week ago
Thank You
I certainly appreciate your kind comments.
It was fun to write. I wrote it after a rare afternoon of doing very little, other than sitting with a cup of coffee staring out at the yard and the mountains in the distance. I should have been seeing snow, but what I saw were bare trees and semi-green grass.
We never know what tomorrow might bring, and at 82 years, I am happy to be able to think about tomorrow, and appreciate all future tomorrows.
All my best wishes for a wonderful holiday season. - Will