I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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10 April 2014

Future Poem

(For the discouraged)

The future poem
will scintillate, startle, shock.

It will amaze, amuse,
arouse and enrage.

It won't let go of you. And you
will never be able to let it go.

The future poem will be
a miracle of poetic pleasure.

You will roll in bliss with this poem,
falling on the grass and laughing.

The future poem will whisper
in your open ear: sweet everythings.

Then it will lift you up
and shake you like a whirlwind.

The future poem will spin you
like a top, until you shriek.

When you step inside the future poem,
you will see landscapes too beautiful to bear.

Look! Look up ahead — do you see
the future poem beckoning? Keep looking.

Yes, that figure of steel and crystal,
that exotic shape, is the future poem.

It is in YOUR future. Please, take heart!
Your present poems are merely steps on the way.

April PAD Challenge 2014, day 10: A future poem


  1. Can't wait for the future ! But until then, this will come a very close second ;)

    1. Thanks, Niall. But YOU have no call to be discouraged!