At the waiting hall, across the bars
of vision and railings cold
she saw a limpid pond
in his cool eyes,
a delightful Sur-Prise.
She leaped and dived
a hearty dive
to the very depths and freely swam
the glittering of the pond with no beginning nor ending…
But bells rang abrupt, startled
a bluebird on the waters dozing;
It flapped its wings, though reluctant to fly,
left strands of thought
a-floating in the air…
At a same time, she departed
from him, on a journey, to directions different—
Further and further away they drift,
their figures vaporizing,
to shapes of haze fading.
A chance encounter is
a sense of endless loss,
unable to shake it off
in a whole later life.
Jan.22th,2008.
A marvelous poem beautifully crafted. Very touching lines. Yes, loss sometimes lingers in our mind and heart.10
Destiny and life walk side by side, nice idea, you have painted your passion very well, thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully crafted poem Perdita.I love the last stanza. Superb. 10