by Chris G. Vaillancourt
Ah, the new day displays
such cascading colours.
Eternally fostering hopeful glances
in the direction
of tomorrow.
We are victims to our needs
which makes us greet
each day with sun-glassed eyes.
In trust, we burn our souls
in ever-glowing flames
of socially acceptable conversations.
Ah, how easily we perform our
mundane tasks.
Creating swirling metaphors
to disguise our lack of direction.
Pretending that the sunlight is
our brilliant guide
to new avenues of pleasure.
We are yes and no at the same time.
Neither aware nor absent from
our cups of steaming liquids.
In confusion, we solicit understanding
from the telephones that never
cease ringing in the shallow
shadows of our empty minds.
Ah, the new day displays
such cascading colours.
Eternally fostering hopeful glances
in the direction
of tomorrow.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Over 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K., I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Winds Press, such titles as "Doors and Windows", "Dancing in the Eighties" and "Slow Burn"., I have had four poetry books published, "Teardrop of Coloured Soul" "I Walk Naked into a Cloud", "the Rushing Stream of Desires", and "A Yellow Sunshine Night".
Last updated August 18, 2011