Walked across a pretty flower, thought I'd hold it in my hand
So I knelt down as to grab it, but the flower turned to sand
Tried to carve it as a castle, walls and towers, gates and moat
But the tide washed it away, I had to chase it down by boat
So I dove below the tide, to the bottom of the sea
To restore my pretty castle, try to quell its tragedy
But the castle was no more, and in its place a wooden chest
So I swam back to shore, inside I found a golden nest
Filled with golden little eggs, and so I bought a golden cage
With a golden little perch, just like a golden birdy stage
Though the eggs they never hatched, no they burst into a flame
And although there were no ashes, all the smoke I did contain
In a sky light blue balloon, but I think I'll save my string
Can't try to tie the flower down. Balloon. Flower. Same thing
I really agree with Kelly Mike. Everyday I read almost 50 odd poems, comment and rate on at least a couple of dozens of them, but very few remain with me. Your poem will remain with me. The thought that you presented here and the manner in which you presented it shows the kind of a mature artist you are. I wish to read more from you mate. Cheers.. Respect and best wishes from a fellow poet/member.. Thank you for the poem.
Thanks for the compliments and encouragement. I plan to become more active on this site and in my other writing and your feedback is greatly appreciated
Thanks Souren. I hope to become more active on this site and in my other writing as well. Your compliments are encouraging and your feedback is greatly appreciated
A brilliant poem on acceptance. Beautifully drafted... appreciated the three dimensional aspects. Top score.
A wonderful poem with free flow of thoughts. I really enjoyed the theme and contents.
Mike, I don't think I have ever read a poem on acceptance and change like this one. As some who does not accept change easily this poem of yours is very comforting. Thank you.
Ayman. The poem is one of acceptance yes, but moreso, one of resisting the inevitable. In the poem, the struggle is to create something beautiful out of a fleeting and unattainable desire. In the end, reluctance gives way to observance of an undeniable conclusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congrats on getting the member poem of the day Mike. It's great to see your talent being, appreciated. As always love your works brother :)