Falling the cliff to fly

spilleronsheet

If pride had not been crushed by billows of reality,

how can we profoundly realise how painstaking it is for us to reach the target afar?

if a dream has not suffered, the extremes of falling off a cliff, 

how can we know who is actually endowed with invisible wings?

swallow the tears into your heart,

So  they grow into a stout flower

at the time of exhaustion we are able to smell

smell the way with our closed eyes 

As if we have slumbered soundly till dawn

still singing and walking with brisk pace……

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 4th, 2021 10:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Resurrecting and reassembling the slept soul…
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Vamsi Sudha

    Dear Spiller !!
    Just wonder how beautifully you express your thoughts ..

    Loved these lines
    "if a dream has not suffered, the extremes of falling off a cliff,
    how can we know who is actually endowed with invisible wings?"

    Very different thought !! Nice one always from you !!

  • Fay Slimm.

    Am liking a load your linguistic imagery and the fine message concealed on helping readers to "resurrect the slept soul" - what a wonderful expression to keep in mind - thank you for sharing it dear poet friend.

    • spilleronsheet

      My pleasure dear Fay. Thank you so much for stopping by.

    • Neville



      what wonderfully expressive words my friend .. all senses appropriately tickled ............................... Neville

      • spilleronsheet

        Thank you so much dear Neville

      • Caring dove

        Really like your choice of words in this one !

        A great read 🙂

        • spilleronsheet

          Thanks a lot dear Rose
          I am generally laid up in simple words
          Cause I am still a novice
          Thanks for your appreciation, it makes me elated



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