A Piece Of The Wind Poem, by MDStone, at My poetic side

A Piece Of The Wind

Trying to hold on to the ephemeral

Is like trying to catch the wind

All you do is run around wasting time

Until one day…

You don’t have the breath for it anymore

And then it is gone like a balloon in the sky

Hold what you have while you have it

Cherish the moment while it is there

Like a deer in the meadow it appears

And then vanishes before you can breathe

And then your left with only the memory of the grandeur that was before your eyes

Taste It, I mean really savor it.

Linger a little longer. Use every one of your senses to take it all in… while it is there

For it is all ephemeral and momentary

So hold on to it loosely and feel it sincerely

Perhaps you might just grab…

a piece of the wind

A Piece Of The Wind