It’s the rain stalling,
The clouds hovering,
The fog lingering…
It’s the taut string,
The frozen wing,
The unborn nestling.
It’s the dying crackles
Of a dying fire,
And unbreaking ice.
It’s a creaking floor
That hangs above,
Yet wouldn’t fall.
It’s a misstep missed
In the wrong way
On the wrong side.
It’s a stone placed
Over a paper leaf
Not trying to fly.
It’s the blue haze
Turning to grey
In pitch black.
It’s this one moment
Stretching long
Till the ends fade.
Till you fade…
– November 5th, 2015
© Sana Rose 2015
Lovely!
Thank you, Vineetha. 🙂
A set of apposite images highlights the impact of the poem.
Thank you for the nice comment, sir 🙂
A deep, philosophical poem with it’s own simplicity and flow. A lovely articulation by the author.
Thank you, Shamsher 🙂 for the kind words.
Author engrossed reader with impressive articulations. One moment is worth to read and look at it. A Brilliant write !
Thank you, Ma’m. 🙂
The eternity of a mere moment beautifully expressed in short crisp voices.just beautiful
Thank you, Nalini Ma’m.