Cloaked under the endless inky canopy
bordered with countless crystal sparkles
a cool zephyr playing a haunting melody on guitar
with the moon accompanying on the piano
we sat side by side on the velvet grass
his fingers filling the gaps within mine
the gravity between us so strong and pulsating
our eyes speaking the language of our bodies
no words could have done justice
to the emotions and the passion we felt
something changed so irrevocably that night
as we gave in to the madness
and drank deep from each other’s soul
weaving dreams till dawn came and gently knocked
and I found myself all alone, abandoned
with crumpled promises lying strewn around
their softness leaving me bloodied and bruised
my guileless eyes stung with sand
at the sudden change in wind
and my mouth filled with sand, unable to scream
I sat there dry-eyed, mouth agape
my traitor heart ripped out cavalierly
the well of loneliness that is there in its place now
I drink from it and die sip by sip everyday.
I liked your use of imagery!
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure!
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Wow Punam, …Gripping, enchanting, and the suddenly, powerfully tragic…..
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Thanks for the ‘wow’, Ivor! Sadly for some it ends this way.
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I do hope the occurrences of incidents are starting to decrease…….
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I hope so too, Ivor!
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Loved the start, such beautiful imagery drawn and then the shift to a tragic end….guess life is pretty harsh at times. But a brilliant weave of emotions Punam ❤️
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Life can be harsh for some! Thank you so much for your beautiful words, Radhika. ❤️
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I didn’t expect such an ending. I love such surprises.
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Ah! I am glad you do!
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Wow! This is gripping and lovely, rapturous and so sad. Thanks for taking me on such an emotional journey, I loved every second of the ride!
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Thank you so much, Victoria. I am delighted that you came along for the ride and enjoyed it.
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Your imagery here is great. I could easily visualize the picture you painted.
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Thank you so much, Fandango! I am glad you enjoyed this .
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Beautiful poem sad ending.
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Thank you so much, Sadje.
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What great use of images that seemed so real. Lovely story, albeit sad ending, but that’s how we learn, unfortunately.
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Yes sadly indeed,that is how we learn! Thank you so much!
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Roller coaster. My fave. Well done.
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Thank you so much, Ron.
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yes you’ve put every emotion in there and the tragic ending 😦
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Some stories have tragic endings. Thanks, Kate. 🙂
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Oh, that dawn that came and broke that powerful spell, weaved by the moonlit night. Heart wrenching and powerful words, this describes my reaction to them perfectly.
“their softness leaving me bloodied and bruised”
The pain is palpable.
Love this Punam ❤️❤️
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Nights provide cover to the blackest of hearts but day exposes them! I am touched that you could feel the pain. Thanks a lot, dear Rachel. ❤️❤️
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So beautifully said and you’re welcome ❤️❤️
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❤️❤️
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how i have missed your enchanting words- lovely Punam
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And how I have missed your presence here! Thank you so much, my dear Gina, it is such a pleasure to see you here! ❤️
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wow..read like a journey. but a journey it is, love that is, and the endings are tragic because we expect the magic of the moment to stretch beyond the momentary, beyond the minutes, hours, and days..resisting the idea that magic needs to reinvent itself to be sustainable.
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Life is a journey and love may or may not be a part of this journey. Yes, the magic of love cannot last forever. For many who don’t reinvent, it can be heartbreaking.
Thanks for reading.
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Love is a journey too, life may or may not be part of it.
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Touchè!
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hehe..see? I am a lovewaadi ..whereas you are a lifewaadi poet!
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Haha! बच्चू, शादी हो जाने दे, फिर बात करना! 😂😂
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😂😂🤣
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This is a beautiful poem and a poignant poem. I think just about everyone has — at one time or another in their lives — been deceived by a prospective lover. But as I was reading this poem, the thought occurred to me the “deception” is not always intentional.
At university, I was very attracted to a woman, Cathy, who came on to me for two or three days. At the time, I did not understand her excuse for breaking things off, but I now realize she was trying to tell me — in a bit too vague manner — that she had discovered I was not controlling, demanding enough for her tastes as a lover.
However, to complicate things, she liked me as a friend. So she made an effort to stay friends. It only confused me to get Christmas and birthday presents from her, etc. I ended up thinking she was terribly manipulative when in fact she was not. What a mess!
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Thank you so much, Paul for sharing about Cathy. We don’t plan and fall in love. Sometimes we fall in love with a person who is all wrong for us. We feel cheated then. You are right, deception is not always intentional.
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Oh my gosh, I’m stunned speechless yet again by your writing…the beauty, elegance, and power of emotions as described in an experience. You Rock!
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You are too kind! Thank you so much for your encouraging words! ❤️
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Always welcome.
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