Crashing
Thunder chases
The sleek lightening, only
A streak but so bright it steals the
Vast sky.
In the eternal, unending race between thunder and lightning, lightning will always be the winner. Shakespeare has said: There is so much noise and fury signifying nothing.The reverberations of thunder ma be last longing. But lightecomes sudden and finishes its work in a second and vanishes. Wonderful!
Brevity in language can often be the source of aesthetic clarity as provided here. It can also inspire longer poems as related ideas are later developed further. My poem Seeds was like this with the second verse existing alone for 5 years until the concept of the 3 stages of ignorance, knowledge and wisdom were developed. Keep up the great writing. Similarly my short poem Listless chill reminds me of your poem.
Nice again. Speed and sparkling gem......I also have to tell.....so bright it steals the / Vast sky......Pranab k c 10+
that really stole my imagination :) .............keep it up and u can take it as a theme and elaborate into beautiful poem............good luck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eternal race is to achieve the eternal goal of life. Absolutely a nice poem.