The sparking Feather
That one and only one
In the strong and furious gale,
when no one was about,
an observing guy saw,
all of a sudden,
a feather most adorable.
He thought it was the smoothest,
though he never touched it,
it revolved around him,
only for a few seconds,
in a way even he forgot blinking.
Then it disappeared in a flash,
along with the gale,
now he doesn't witness,
at least a glimpse of that,
or its charming scent.
On his way ahead,
after sometime,
another smooth feather,
started following him,
to be precise; still following.
But its sight, scent,
only spark up the memory,
of that smoothest feather,
he saw inside the gale,
just nothing else!
Why doesn't he tend to see,
the beauty of this one,
seems like he needs, the very previous one,
but how to ensure,
that he would ever see it again?
Only just a slight hope,
and a powerful wish is there.
When that strikes his mind,
it sparks up even so high,
so will he see it again?
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P.A.Vinura Jayasanka
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Very nice poem. It captures the comparative nature of the human mind very beautifully 💗 Instead of enjoying the present it’s often stuck with the fond memories of the past
Your poem beautifully captures the theme of longing and the ephemeral nature of beauty and experience.
I found your perspectives and conclusions to be both thought-provoking and valuable.
I think the lesson is that this fellow needs to be happy with what is there in front of him. Loved your poem. ❣️
It is a stream of consciousness Vinura! Very creative and imaginary! Needs a heavy mind to understand such great poems!!!
I enjoyed your poem.