A mouthful of poetry

Hungover nights deteriorate further and spend their time

in the company of the mooching bruised purple sky

between the dog-eared books of poetry

dried flowers crackle with remembered fragrance

along the well worn out wooden floor

dreams crawl blindly on spidery legs

amidst all this I can clearly hear

the slow whirring of my mind

singing a sibilant soliloquy of solitude

a catharsis of chiffon emotions frees me

what the eyes don’t see, the soul reads

abrasion of brazen sensations

leave a trail on the bronze tips of fingers

I surrender to the whisky voice of poetry

smooth, smoky and strong

a mouthful, and I am drunk for life

floating on the rainbows of sublimity.

71 thoughts on “A mouthful of poetry

  1. Surrendering to the whiskey voice of poetry, oh my, your words are luscious. And drunk on life, I absolutely love that idea. Beautifully written Punam. πŸ’œ

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  2. does hubby know he has serious competition? This is unadulterated love … as a logophile I can only concur πŸ™‚

    Amazing mastery of words in this delicious flow … no dessert needed πŸ™‚

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  3. Punam, you are such a lovely writer. Your words are like a trip into the unknown, and every time I come back, I do so with a smile on my face. 😊😊 Well, done, my friend. πŸ™

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    1. Hola Andrew! How wonderful to hear from you!! Serendipitously, you picked the right poem!!
      Welcome back, sweetheart! So good to know you are feeling well. Just reading your post brightened my day and now this comment…wow!
      Hugs and much love. Yes, I am very well, thank you! ❀️🌷


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