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We walked miles with blistered feet across the burlywood desert of opposition
and lay bare entwined under the
puce blanket of the firmament
we tasted the amaranth velvetiness of sunrise
and the frisson of passion tingled our spines against the moss covered slate walls
lazy cerulean days lounged and laughed with gay abandon
liquid sunshine afternoons basked and lingered in coffee cups
dusk dripped delicious dramatic hues
as we exchanged eternal love soaked vows to never part
of all the rainbow dyed love stories whispered in my ears
not one mentioned the fading tints of aftermath of love
wishes now wither within my bosom before they can bloom
sunsets are wishy washy and nights; insufferable monotones of black.
I have reworked an old poem for dVerse OLN. Sanaa, our host has shared a lovely poem “Sidewalk” by Shel Silverstein. The title of my poem is inspired by the line “Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow”.
Gorgeously rendered, Punam! I especially love; “we tasted the amaranth velvetiness of sunrise.” 🩷🩷
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Thanks so much, Sanaa. Glad that line resonated with you. ❤️❤️
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Such a beautiful poem my friend
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Thanks so much, dear Sadje.
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You’re always very welcome 🩷
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A very sensual poem!
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Thanks, Nolcha.
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Oh dear this is so sensual…written with such seductive style…one wonders how mere words can really do that…very well done!
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Some days I am inspired, Ain. Thanks ever so much.
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Such gorgeous lines and imagery, Punam. I can’t pick out just one–but oh how sad when the ordinary world returns.
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“wishes now wither within my bosom before they can bloom
sunsets are wishy washy and nights; insufferable monotones of black.” 👌🏼
I love how the last couplet seems to deepen the poem and anchor it in some real truth. But how the “blistered feet” in the first line already hinted at it. Beautiful, Punam 💕
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Punam, I like how you used the kernel of asphalt flowers to germinate your lush, colorful, and poignant poem. Losing a beloved does wash the color out of the world 😦
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Wondrously vivid imagery Punam … 🌏💚
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Wonderful work with Silverstein’s inspiration. 🌼
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I really like the way you’ve used the rainbow as a bridge between the colorful warmth, and the fading into darkness. (K)
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Beautiful poem! Love is like that
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Other people’s poems are often where we find titles for our own, and you certainly found a gem in the Shel Silverstein line, Punam, which your poem deserves, with its appeal to all the senses. And I learned a new colour and gorgeous word: burlywood! I love the ‘amaranth velvetiness of sunrise’ and alliterative ‘dusk dripped delicious dramatic hues’. These lines stood out for me:
‘of all the rainbow dyed love stories whispered in my ears
not one mentioned the fading tints of aftermath of love’.
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Very nicely done, Punam. I love your lines of the sun dripping hues of love…
…of all the rainbow dyed love stories whispered in my ears
not one mentioned the fading tints of aftermath of love
Interesting how the honeymoon fades in time.
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Rainbows tend to fade quickly and the tint that remains is usually a different story. Wonderful poem and some intriguing words on display.
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Beautiful done, Punam. I felt this one. From myriads of color to deep emotion you spun this one fine and true.
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The colors and texture of the vocabulary is delicious!!
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Marvelous poem Punam and an apt picture.
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Passionate and replete with desire and its loss. Beautifully rendered, Punam! 🤗❤️
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Lots of beautiful descriptive imagery, especially “amaranth velvetiness of sunrise”,
and “tingled our spines against the moss covered slate walls”
❤️
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