A Sigh in the Wind
August 16, 2008 at 2:38 pm | In Poetry | 6 CommentsA Sigh in the Wind
My voice is no more than a sigh in the wind,
A falling leaf,
One among many,
A raindrop that doesn’t touch the ground,
A tiny bird lost in a storm.
So what does it mean if I am not heard,
Not noticed,
Not recognized?
It means simply
That I walk a different path,
That I shun the mob,
The crowd,
The social scene.
And does it really matter
If I find not the fame I seek
So long as I keep seeking?
For when there is nothing more to seek,
There will be nothing left,
Except the deep, dark void of inner space.
Vi Jones
©August 16, 2008
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what a beautiful poem and I totally agree about walking a different path
Comment by traveller2006 — August 18, 2008 #
Dear Vi: We all need to keep on seeking even in the dark of winter and the sometime pain of being old–thank you for this. Fran
Comment by cronelogical — August 23, 2008 #
Thank you ladies, for your all too kind comments.
Vi
Comment by woodnymph — August 23, 2008 #
Dear Vi
How beautiful. I have been seeking things and thought they would make me happy, now I think that it is in the search that we need to find our meaning.
Comment by fairyrainbow — May 9, 2009 #
PS Why do you call yourself a Soulfood Elder?
Comment by fairyrainbow — May 9, 2009 #
The main reason is, fairyrainbow, that it’s a Soul Food Honor. I’m not the only one. Another reason is that I’m older than dirt. The latter has its advantages because I can say what I want and be who I want and get away with it. That is the reward of old age.
Vi
Comment by woodnymph — May 9, 2009 #