Wanting to touch the sky
I reached out,
but it was beyond my grasp.
Intangible -
like a whisper carried on the breeze.
Hopefulness -
drifting through the shadows
of my mind….
lost
in the labyrinth
of the present,
now gone …
with the wind.
'Gone with the wind' is too far fledged from reality as the sky is still there and Valarie can still reach out in course of time. A fine and short poem from a poet standing tall over here. Fine sharing Valerie..
Full of symbolism and impressionistic imagery. Very much said, in very few lines. Sentiments.The lost feeling very present., the lost feeling in Time.
Sometime our hope and dreams are gone with the wind but at least we have hope.
the desire to touch the sky can not be blown up simply by wind. deep thought. try once more. with regards
The wind in it's infinite fashion can pick up a seed and take it to a place far away from where it had originally fallen. So is it with our thoughts it can take us to lofty heights then set us in a a place of complete serenity. Very inspiring.
Sometimes we fall short of goals and desires. But one can still try. Brief, to the point and finely written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for'? So don't worry even if you couldn't reach out to the sky! But hopefulness shouldn't be let to go with the wind! Enjoyed!