A Quip

How good are the wings
if we can't feel the wind in our face
how good are the waves
if we can't feel their passion

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

Region, Country: Somewhere in the world, IND

i shall not comment
lest I make a hat trick
hope you do like it
my tactic

We Soar,
Well can't help it
Old habits die hard,
In any case
I’m no cricketer,
So what with the hat-trick

We soar into space
Like does Branson
With utmost grace,
He fights a space race,
We fight spatial…

Likewise the ocean across your window,
You view daily
And
The passion of the high tide
Reminds one of the compassion
We experience nightly,

But there is no substitute
To imagination,
As sex, pragmatic,
is the modern fashion,

Take it or leave
It’s left for thee
The wave’s desperation
Surges within me

thanks for the read ..your comment and your suggestion...much appreciated..

William Blake - Auguries of Innocence

"To see a world in a grain of sand"

A poet's poem.

And you know I like them short [grins]

Thanks Jess for your comment..

For some reason I kept wanting to substitute what for how in this enjoyable short poem, but that's just me................stan

thanks Stan for tickling my mind with your suggestion...ummmmmmmm let's see how it goes...

in fact i had begun writing these lines as a song and then for one reason or another it just didn't take off from there...

my commments raj

did i say i didn't like them? i didn't..isn't that true?

I like this short piece. in few lines you manage to convey both thought and emotion.

always, Cat

thank you for the read and your comment...means a lot when you comment...