Way back home
the flower beckoned me
the flower-strikingly beautiful
But the distance.....
the earth stealing wet hopes
the distance hangs heavily on me
climbing confusion
descending despair
circling characters
ascending the sudden silence within
crossing the doubts and fears
enwrapped in saddening absence
calculating the maddening loss
absorbing the hidden truth and gladness
ruminating the ecstasy and agony of
moments of pain and longing
and with faltering faith
the journey unfinished
with a distance unreachable
the distance...
the distance
the distance between myth and reality
the distance between illusion and reality
the distance between fancy and reality
the distance between dream and reality
the distance between naturalness and artificiality
the flower beckons me
the flower once strikingly beautiful
looked surreal now
whispering words of diminishing yellow
the surreal flower
for my eyes were locked in another dimension
WE DON'T UNDERSTAND US
with the courage of laughter
and the journey unfinished
I understand
the distance is the same
courage of laughter, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and comment,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are phenomenal on verses enshrined with lovely, wonderful Nature........very insightful....I loved it