How can some moments be defined;
how flying birds be pushed to cage;
how breathing dreams in song confined,
when mortal fetters they have ravaged?
Of sunken ships I no more sing,
I only sing of birth –
waves of sorrow, low tides bring –
let me make friends with mirth!
Novelty, jubilant and infallible, triumphs
over dry, wintry ruins;
nostalgia basks in the summer sun –
a mirage of warmth sanguine –
yet, there will be rain and hail and snow
before the transition –
how can the seed, to flower, hope,
without the transformation?
So let this world bloom,
in lush and green glory;
sunken ships must make room
in pages of history…
Let your dreams and moments dance
like the flying, free birds,
for the truly poetic experiences and times… are always more than words!
© Isha Garg
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Wow! Amazing vocabulary, superb 👍
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Thank you!
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Magnificent!
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Thank you, Luisa!
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written with such meaning and purpose. sometime even words can not capture the magnitude of. yet at the very least there is a reminder with such words. Like the beauty behind this poetic experience you have just given me. Isha
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You are very generous to me with your lavishly heartfelt words, kind one! Thank you!
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From the start, it has been my pleasure! you have a beautiful mind… your passion and struggles sometime hold hands, while your love for living is challenged when you dance with truth… Sorry, sometime I don’t leave comments, because you know I can go on tandems…lol
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“Passion and struggle hold hands..”! Poeticallyyours indeed! Thank-you very much, dear friend!
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your very welcome… it is my pleasure
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What a amazing poem. On a different note have you heard the song more than words by extreme
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The title was inspired by that song, Shantanu, and dedicated to those I shared the experience of listening to it with 😉 Thank you so much.
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Aha. My favorite
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Really? Wow! What beautiful harmonies in the song! Great choice for a favourite 😊
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😊🌸
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Stunning poetry. This is one for the heart to remember.
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Wow. I’ll remember that. Thanks so much, Phyllis!
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Beautifully written! A melody of words and emotions! Not surprising, coming from you! 💙
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You’re very kind my dear friend! Thank you ❤
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how breathing dreams in song confined
This line summarises the poem, we do need more than mere words…
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Indeed! 😊 Thank you very much ESP!
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Oh❤️❤️
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❤❤
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Truly inspirational thoughts!
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Thank you sir! 😊
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As always my pleasure!
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Beautifully written and very positive and inspiring words
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Many thanks!
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Your poetry always breathes life with its powerful messages and poetic beauty
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Thank you very much Drew! 😊
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I am in need of your words today; how calmly they elevate and bring a smile to my heart, dearest Ishu. You are a pearl unveiled 😘💟💟
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Hugs to you my dearest! Why need of words? All okay? ❤❤
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Oh reading back I see the world weary traveller made a silly comment! 🤭 Totally resembling a drama queen … hehe… ‘twas just a way of saying how I appreciate you today dear friend! 😊👏🏻🌸🌸❤️
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Hehe, any Boatman would love to have a Traveller like you, however weary! Haha, I’m all silliness too so no worries! 😘❤💛💛😍👭
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You! Never!!! Hugs from the South young lady! And frantic waving! 😘😘😘
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I see you! 10th floor has its perks!! 😂😂❤
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My eyes were lit and my mouth gaped as I started reading the poem and unveiled two most simply written yet so thought inducing lines…
“how flying birds be pushed to cage;
how breathing dreams in song confined”
I was in bliss reading this. Can anything go any better, if not this? And then….
“yet, there will be rain and hail and snow
before the transition –
how can the seed, to flower, hope,
without the transformation?”
and then….
“sunken ships must make room
in pages of history”
I am spellbound.. I have taken my own sweet time reading this magnificent piece multiple times. Such optimism, such eloquence, such surrender to the tide of time…
This is your best work so far.
Much love! ❤
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My delay in responding to this, dearest Shefali, was only because of how humbled, touched and enraptured I was with your warm words enveloping me like the noonday sun in the winters 💛
How beautifully you’ve laid your thoughts out in this message..!
What can I say in response, except thank you; what can I add to that except emotion – incapable of being ‘confined’ to words?
Certainly your comment has evoked feelings more than words, and that concluding remark, makes me want to reach out with hugs! Thank you so much my dear friend,
With love and warmest regards ❤❤❤😍
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Our only hope as writers is to capture those glorious moments in enough detail to transport our readers. I don’t know if we always achieve it but we certainly try! 🙂 I enjoyed this, Isha!
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We certainly try – you said it, Susi, and when we get appreciation like this, we know our little endeavour has borne fruit. Thankyou!
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❤
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