Now.

There was a time

Girl Reading A Book On A Beach by Michal Marcol/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

  when I was cemented in my past

  and I could not see the future.

There was a time

  when I could not stop visualising what lies ahead,

  what will become of me.

Now I can only live in the moment.

I do not try to see the future,

  I do not dwell on the past

  and I can only taste the present.

I have surrendered

  to the conclusion of another chapter,

  and my fingers are slowly reaching

  to turn the page of tomorrow.

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011

Submitted for Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 45  🙂

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The Perfect Poet Award of Week 41 ~ ‘Evolving’

I accept the nomination for The Perfect Poet Award for Week 41.  Thank you Becca (and anyone else?) for nominating me.

I am pleased to nominate belladonna23 for her piece ‘it’s gone’.

My entry for week 41:

‘Evolving

Goodbye old self,

old shell

cast aside, outgrown

May you disintegrate

into the dust of my past

save for the good memories,

the smiles,

the moments to treasure

The future beckons

but I yield with pleasure

to the vortex of today

©www.mypastmademe.com 2011