built on
ideas
of tomorrows
when
all the yesterdays
are blind
we plan
draw visions
of hope
in pencil, on
flimsy paper
that afternoons fade
and rains run
crumple
ripped dreams
days end
faded know
things don’t
always
work out
how
we
planned
built on
ideas
of tomorrows
when
all the yesterdays
are blind
we plan
draw visions
of hope
in pencil, on
flimsy paper
that afternoons fade
and rains run
crumple
ripped dreams
days end
faded know
things don’t
always
work out
how
we
planned
Talking to the Clouds 
Seems that rarely do the results match the plans when it comes to life….enjoyed your poem.
Thank you.
I really like the lines:
“…on
flimsy paper
that afternoons fade”
So beautiful!
beautiful
Thanks.
So true in all its ambiguity.
Thank you.
Reblogged this on My Blog snuppy.
Thank you!
Amazing and very true about life.
Thank you very much.
Your photo is lovely. So haunting – but beautiful at the same time. Your words match perfectly.
Thank you for your kind words.
hello Sarah Some can chart their course – other’s are like rudderless ships at the mercy of winds, currents and tides. I’ve always been in the latter – peace n love.
Thanks, Tom – peace and love to you
Love this. Literally, this captures some of my feelings when working on an architecture project. But it is so much more, I’m grateful to have read it.