TODAY WAS ONCE TOMORROW, WILL SOON BE YESTERDAY by James Goertel at today’s Tuesday Poetry.
TODAY WAS ONCE TOMORROW, WILL SOON BE YESTERDAY
I keep a memory of your face,
with its brushed touches of
Sargent, Monet, Motherwell,
for the few hours before dawn
when sleep slips roses for thorns,
the waking hand turns sunflowers
and I think of Van Gogh’s only friend,
Roulin, by his side in dusk hours
at day’s end, a starry night lying in wait
to be painted from memory come morning.