Fragile and fleeting,
Like flowers, these dream - visions
Will soon pass away.
The trick is to transcribe them
With poetic tools.
Capturing their essence is
Very difficult.
It is like holding on to
A kite, at the height,
Of a mighty thunderstorm.
A great piece of writing Sometimes we all find words, sometimes you can't quite touch it. The heavens are miles away or just next door. Sometimes words are not enough enjoyed thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, yes! ! ! So many times my fingers are flying over the keyboard trying to capture my thought so beautiful clever and novel sure to make readers gasp with wonder but my fingers are not fast enough and my memory too porous and the perfect verse disappears never to be captured again.Great poem- you must have the agile fingers that I do not! ! ! 10++