My first words are forgotten
Just as the first step I took years ago
As the tire marks in the rear vision
fail to attract anymore
Block by block as I reconstruct
the castle of my memories
A whiff of fresh air from an old duct
Comes and caresses my cheeks
Gentle reminder of unpaid gratitude
As a creditor knocking at the door
for the want of minimal rectitude
they ask for a little more
Flying on the wings of dead words
The poem stays alive
only when I see the threads
I connect with the hidden life.
So glad that you kept flying on the wings of those 'dead words, ' which is why we have the lovely poem. Thanks.10
HI There, Dylan Thomas wrote a poem at poetry, if i remember rightly....I love you words and the metaphors used to symbolise your thoughts.... very elegant and eloquently written.... will read the others suggested...K
We are the sum total of all that transpires throughout our lives, as is that first feeble attempt at writing poetry. Hopefully, our writing improves as we age, but it's imortrant to remember that first inspiration that sent us on our journey into poetry Very nicely done! Linda :) .
Nikunj, your poems fill the whole atmosphere... they have such a nice feel about them plus you are a natural..i wish my first poem were like this.
Nik, this is amazing! ! ! What a great 'first poem.' Your works always amaze me. :)
Lost words but nw found.You now write with a touch of perfection.Foever keep the poetry fire burning.
Ah, those forgotten words, I wonder, so much help you to deliver a lovely one...congrats...and thanks for your comment on my poem too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet, short, true and touching