The wings were struggling
On a leaden sky,
Distorting the space and time
Sinusoidally...
The eternity of silence,
Was dividing my morbidity,
It was separating the flight
From oblivion.
I needed to escape
From the illusion, that absorbs everything
And from the disillusionment, that digest all....
So, give me your warm hand.
I know, it is the hand of a man.
My fingers will touch you
And I will kiss your silence.
You can give me the strength
To continue
The great symphony of life.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
From: Dona Lil Antonio (Manila Philippines; Female; 29) To: Marieta Maglas Date Time: 10/19/2009 12: 19: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: hi ive gone through your poems they were all awesome and written in deep feelings. keep writing and keep inspiring others to make good crafts as well.
The great symphony of life....you've very rightly said it....nice reading....thank you
Congratulations, dear poet Ms Maglas. This poem is listed at #30 among the Best Poems of Members, featured on PoemHunter. Well done
silence is the best answer to every question..a very nice poem!
In everyday life, we're often confused; life makes many demands on us; we generally live superficially, under the spell of may illusions. But love and the silence of which you speak give us the strength to keep going and attain to glimpses of the divine. Good poem. If you have time, please read 'Dante and His Three Beatrices' and 'The Epileptic Fit'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very goog imagery, metaphor................