No word remains with me
Long enough to call my own
And as soon as it is repeated,
It is forever gone...
If it is my intention,
I might strike the proper note
And set the air quivering
With a heart-ache's antidote...
But love has wings to fly,
Fluttering things take take the sky,
Scarcely a moment on Earth
Dabbling the air with mirth...
Joy will soon run away
And you cannot capture it again
But you may hold in your palm
A feather pricked today...
If love seems out of sight,
Recall a tune or a word,
Sliding down an aura of light,
A melody coming from above...
Romeo, this is a masterpiece. I really like the wisdom expressed. Even though things of beauty are transient, we can always hold the feather and the sweet memories of the latest wonderful thing may help us to bridge the gap to the next one. Fantastic write, I like it very. very much.
I have reviewed this poem and many more................. Words from your heart read deep and true They flow from your hand sowing seeds of virtue
'tis a great poem! ! Fine and well-suited wording/ Top marks! !
Truly stunning, and mind blowing lines. 'If it is my intention, I might strike the proper note And set the air quivering With a heart-ache's antidote...' Incredible write.
You are a beautiful writer - another wonderful poem. Great work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting Romeo! Not many people can word it in such a keen manner. But then, nothing surprises me anymore with you. You're AWESOME man!