Set I sail on the wings of tomorrow
Playing catch up with runaway wishes of prosperity
My gown swells up with genetic pullbacks of yore
Fears of mountain peaks unreached by those who led the way before me
Dark swelling clouds spinning and racing through the expanse of my possibilities
Spreading wide my flaps in the wet wind to ride the tide in the dark emptiness of now
I am trying to find a mountain peak of quiet: far out of reach of the racing winds of uncertainty.
Phillip Nine Mafunga
16 February 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely picture of a struggle against hope which many fight but in the end lose! Well written with an appealing poetic imagery. Keep posting