And the wind blown away,
tears and all the fears,
pleasures and all the treasures,
happiness and all the heaviness.
We were just parts of these broken pieces of a big puzzle,
they wrote poems and threw all the sheets into our castle.
Memories were swept away as the wind blown them away,
maybe next time,
History was made real as the puzzle is an image of our castle,
maybe next time.
Tears were part of this long journey to overcome these feelings of fears,
maybe next time,
pleasures were captured and kept as the treasures,
maybe next time.
And the wind blown them away,
tears and fears,
pleasures and treasures,
happiness and heaviness,
maybe next time.
- Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 10th, 2023 09:29
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem appears to convey a contemplation on the transient nature of life and the emotions that accompany it. The recurrent phrase "maybe next time" suggests a sense of optimism or anticipation for the future, even in the face of inevitable losses and changes. The use of the wind as a metaphor for time and change emphasizes the swift and uncontrollable nature of life. The broken pieces of a puzzle and the castle symbolize the fragments and construction of one's existence. The act of writing poems and tossing the sheets into the castle represent the creation and disposal of memories, highlighting the cyclical nature of experiences. This poem acknowledge the ephemerality of tears, fears, pleasures, treasures, happiness, and heaviness. Despite the acknowledgment of these fleeting aspects, the repetition of "maybe next time" at the end suggests a persistent hope for a different outcome or a renewed experience in the future. Overall, this poem reflects on the impermanence of moments and emotions, encouraging a forward-looking perspective with an undercurrent of optimism.
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