Those were the times…

we were young and the times were heady
the future glowed rosily
through the beauteous rose-tinted glasses
as giddy-headed clouds raced against time
we lay squinting at the sun
lacing our fingers, weaving sugar-spun dreams

sadly we forgot to bottle and preserve those sunny times
lugubrious clouds of discontent hang heavy
hiding the affirmations badly needed
harsh realities of living are the sodden blanket
that leave us shaking and vulnerable
sitting on the edge of twilight zone of living
I wonder if the luxury of oblivion will envelop us
if only for a while!

72 thoughts on “Those were the times…

  1. A beautiful contrast of time and emotion, Punam. “…lacing our fingers, weaving sugar-spun dreams…” perfectly describes those heady days of youth and young love *sigh*💖

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  2. We all have such memories that are lost in the waves of yesteryears, memories we forgot to bottle, and that return to us, every now and then. What a poignant piece, this!

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  3. How beautiful it to be taken back to those days when giddy-headed clouds raced against time and woven
    sugar-spun dreams. Those were the days, my friend. Beautiful piece, Punam, and thank you so much for joining in.

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  4. the luxury of oblivion – such amazing beautiful words! And so is your poetry. I remember yes the young days of rose colored glasses, I am able to wear them at times now, and at times miss that version of me.

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  5. Those giddy-headed clouds turned to lugubrious clouds of discontent…..those were very heavy words, effective words…makes the reader cry out no! let’s find those light clouds again, racing in the wind! They0ll be back…one day…

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