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.
Super awesome poetry. Love it. Being drunk on poetry for life and the vivid colours of it. Awesome read for me.
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Kritika, so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks a lot, my dear. ❤️
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My pleasure always 🙂 (Heart)
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What fantastic poetry Punam. Your words are mesmerizing.
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Sadje, so happy that you like it! Thank you for your awesome appreciation. ❤️
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It’s always a pleasure my friend
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Awwww Punam..your poetry is like a lullaby…i can go to sleep now..
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Good night, my friend…
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☺☺☺
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❤️😊❤️
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wow! so lovely! Such a beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much, Carol! Delighted that you like it.
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I love this! Amazing poem!
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Thanks so much, Jennifer. ❤️
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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. 💜
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Miriam, here’s to being drunk on words! 🥂
Thanks so much for you lovely compliment. ❤️
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You’re very welcome. 💕
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SUBLIME.
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Woo hoo!! You know what that means to me! ❤️
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❤️
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Wonderful and serene words of poetry, Punam. Too good.
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Kamal, thank you so much. 🙏🏼😊
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You are always welcome dear Punam ❤️😊❤️
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You make poetry sound so sexy, Punam, or better than sex. I love those last four lines.
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Yes, yes, yes!! I love your reaction, Tracy! I am glad it struck the right chord! ❤️
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It did. 🙂
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does hubby know he has serious competition? This is unadulterated love … as a logophile I can only concur 🙂
Amazing mastery of words in this delicious flow … no dessert needed 🙂
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He he, Kate! We are not each other’s first love! He loves his music more than me and I my words!
No dessert is the best accolade!❤️🙂
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🙂 and you both love the sea 🙂
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Yes, indeed. 🙂
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The cocktail of emotions and word play can be very intoxicating Punam. Cheers ❤️👍🏻
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Cheers, Radhika! Thanks for your lovely comment. ❤️😊
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WOW! what a superb verse.
“I am drunk for life
floating on the rainbows of sublimity.”
Exceptional finale.
xoxoxoxo…
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Thanks so much, dearest Gabriela! I am so happy you enjoyed it. ❤️🌷❤️
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Very dreamy lines! I’m floating along too!
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Haha! Thanks for joining me, Val!
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Amazed.. Yet again.. My salutes..!!!!… 🙏🏼😇
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Thanks soooo much, my dear…. 🤗🤗❤️❤️
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🤗💕
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This is unreal, Punam. Seriously.
👏
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I take that as a compliment, David. ❤️
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Beautifully written with creative and fantastically vivid imagery!
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Thanks so much!
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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. 🙏
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Jeff, thank you so much for your lovely compliment. I feel so happy that my words make you smile. Much appreciated, my friend. 🙏🏼😊😊
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You’re welcome. It is all my pleasure, Punam. They do, indeed. 😊😊😊
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This poem is so seductive. Love the line “I surrender to the whisky voice of poetry…”
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Heather, I am so glad my words seduced you so! Thanks so much. ❤️
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A Pleasure!
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Gorgeous imagery, Punam. Vivid and impassioned. ❤ I share your addiction to poetry…a lifelong attraction! ❤ Take care!
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Cheryl, I am so glad you are a fellow addict! Thanks so much! ❤️
Hope you have a great Sunday.
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This is great!!! Being drunk with life..love it.
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Pallavi, thanks so much!
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Beautiful writings. The last two lines were awesome❤️😊
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Thanks so much, Olivia. ❤️😊
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Incredible, knock-me-over-good writing!
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Thank you SO much, dear L!!
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Your words are a respite me. Every time I come back.
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Mou, great to see you! Thanks a lot.
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A delicious mouthful 🧡😃
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Thanks so much, Jude. I am glad you enjoyed it. 😀💙
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A pleasure 🌼
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Hola. What a gorgeous piece of poetry. It reminded me of what I am missing. Your surrender line went down smooth. Perfect.
Hope you are well. 🌹
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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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Mucho hugs right back, ❤️
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❤️
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Wow this is gorgeous!! ‘The whiskey voice of poetry.’ The entire last four lines… Just wow!!
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Nadine, ain’t we high on word most of the time! Thanks so much, my dear. ❤️
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I love the reference to dried flowers crackling with remembered fragrance….. Beautiful
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Thanks so much.
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‘Along the well worn wooden floor. Omit ‘out’.
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Flipping incredible:
“in the company of the mooching bruised purple sky
between the dog-eared books of poetry
dried flowers crackle with remembered fragrance”
“a catharsis of chiffon”
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Thanks so much! So appreciate your visit.
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Beautiful imagery and description–the opening reminded me of a line from one of my favorite songs, “I’m a flower withered between pages two and three…” but your images are more wide-spreading and the entire poem sings. Love the chiffon line as well. and the ending is perfect, from hungover sky to whisky soothing.
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So delighted that it reminded you of your favourite song and you liked the imagery. Thank you so much.
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Words and emotions together nourish the spirit in many ways. (K)
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They sure do. Thank you.
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Who could resist getting drunk on poetry? Certainly not me! A delight to read and perfect for Poets’ Pub, Punam ❤️
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Thanks a lot, Ingrid! ❤️Best thing to get drunk on. 😀
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“what the eyes don’t see, the soul reads,”.. yes! This is such a stunning write, Punam! Love it 💝💝
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Thanks a lot, Sanaa. So glad you enjoyed it. 💞💞
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I love how you describe the world of poetry… to enter such a place can be the best place to be.
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Glad you think so!
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