Wishing In Vain Poem by Valsa George

How I wish my poems could,
Soar higher and higher
Like a bird of limitless wingspan,
Darting into horizons far!
But they skim like web footed water birds,
Tilting their wings in vain,
Unable to fly to any desired destination
Helplessly watching loons and larks
Flying to the far edges of the sky

How I wish my poems could
Sail across the limitless expanse
Like parting ships bound to distant lands
Carrying my fancies to the ends of the Earth!
But they remain like paper boats
Set to sail by mischievous kids
That drift hither n’ thither on muddy puddles

How I wish my poems could
Wind their way down slopes and dales
Like a fountain stream running down
To join the sea, travelling miles.
But they slither like snakes,
Struggling to move on polished floors

How I wish my poems could,
Grow out from chrysalis to butterflies
To flit around flowers and feed on nectar
But they ever remain such creepy worms
Destined to hide behind blades of leaves

How I wish, like an inspired artist
I could paint on my canvas, with deft hands
The lustre and glory of the setting sun
The freshness and beauty of the spring flowers
The scary grandeur of the mountains
The silence of the lonesome lagoon
The dark majesty of the unlit groves
The sunlit glades of trackless forests
And scenes and sights, so varied and myriad
That I could array before you in magic shades
The wonders of an unseen paradise

But, Alas! What I leave on my canvas
Is just a banal scene!
And my poems, like kites tangled
Among the branches of trees
Are denied upward movement!

Still I don’t regret my efforts…..

Like the lyrics of a half forgotten melody
My poems delight me
In my sequestered hours of loneliness!