Dapper wings
caught on a twig
paper-light flutters
betraying
buried hopes.
On closer look
scars
patchwork
Natural bonds
never clicked into place.
The bent bough
laden with grapes
willing to remain aloft till gravity pulls it down
A gift fated to be
forever new
A desolate well
tattered ribbons mill about
homeless hope stumbles around
A miracle lies
under the unknown
Unperturbed
floats the little raft
needing none
to light up unreal horizons
resplendent, its inner shore
destined to grow till love flows
with no return gifts
at least none to boast
The lone boat sails on, weary,
unwanted treasures under its oars
the next in line shall want no more
sings the sea to the shore
and he gathers the remnants of faith
as a thin shawl over shoulders of grief
scattering seeds for the passing birds
to carry or to spread around
The tears that never really stop inside
float with small wings into an ocean’s roar.
-Reena Prasad
” Unopened gift ” , is a work which requires more than a passing reader’s cursory read through. The lines , ” and he gathers the remnants of faith as a thin shawl over shoulders of grief “, would by themselves suffice for the rest to be priceless .
Thank you Louis Kasatkin. Your comments are precious.
A beautiful poem laced with lovely images.
Thank you Gopal Da.
I primarily started reading the poem because I found the title interesting. Truly it is a gift of the day. I loved the poem because with examples picked from life, you have shown how life even though full of grief and usual routine holds within it a treasure that I fail to notice.