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!
What do you see # 118 – January 24, 2022
https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-affirmations-january-18-2022/
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Beautiful poetry, especially loved this line “as giddy-headed clouds raced against time”
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Thanks so much, Jay! So glad you liked that line. 😊❤️
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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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Sigh, indeed! With time one realises not all dreams come true. Thanks so much, Chris. ❤️
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😊💖
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Oh Wowza, incredible writing once again! 5-Star of course 🙂
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Dear Z, heartfelt thanks. ❤️
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You’re so welcome always!
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Oh so beautifully written Punam. Those sure were the days of heady dreams. Love this awesome poem my dear. Thanks for joining in
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Thanks a lot, Sadje! I had time after I saw your prompt and thought I might as well give it a shot immediately. 😊
Thank YOU for the inspiration. ❤️
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Thank you!
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Those were the days, when we still could, dream, and, unfortunately, those day are, gone, too quick…
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Too quick indeed….
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nice work
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Thank you.
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you describe those heady days so well … sadly our passion often dissolves once reality sets in …
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Sadly that happens too often…
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shame we can’t deep freeze it and revisit every now and then … but your poem did that so well 😉
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Neither bottle it nor deep freeze it…so I put it in words for posterity. 😉
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best way to preserve it, thanks sis for taking us there!
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🙏🏼❤️
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Beautiful Punam
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Thanks a lot, Lorraine. Hope you are doing well.
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“sadly we forgot to bottle and preserve those sunny times”
Beautiful poem, Ma’am. 🙂
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Thanks a lot, Aishwarya. 😊
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🙂
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Very nice poem
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Thanks, Fatima.
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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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So they do! Thanks a lot, Asha.
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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I think we’re definitely in need of some positive affirmations in these troubled times, Punam! ❤️
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So we do, Ingrid, so we do! ❤️
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I wouldn’t mind that at all!
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Nor would I, David. ❤️
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Beautiful word choice. I loved “giddy headed clouds, sugar spun dreams” Lovely poem😊
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Thanks a lot, Heather. 😊
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My pleasure!
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A nice poem describing the days of youth when we were weaving dreams❤️.
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Thanks a lot, Jane. ❤️
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Welcome Poonam ❤️
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Welcome Poonam 💖
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😊❤️
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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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Indeed, those were the day, Eugi! Thanks so much. ❤️
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My pleasure, Punam! 😊
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Beautiful memories we had in our good days. Hope all will be nice and fine in the days to come. Lovely poem, Punam.
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Thanks so much, Kamal. 🙏🏼
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You are always welcome Punam 💖😊
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Pure joy, an air of melancholy, then a glimmer of hope. A great poem.
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Thanks a lot, Keith.
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Ah, there is such longing in this that transforms to a beautiful feeling of inner peace and joy!
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Glad you could feel that inner peace, Jaya. ❤️
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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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I am happy this resonated with you, Pragalbha. Thank you, ever so much. ❤️
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A beautiful write, Punam. Exploring the harshness and the beauty of life. Loved it. ❤️
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Thanks a lot, Jeff.❤️ Harshness and beauty go hand in hand, isn’t it! 😊
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Oh my, so many lines I love in there. Very stirring writing.
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Jude, thank you so much, my friend. 💙
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Such a pleasure.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks a lot, Chuck. ❤️🌷
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The contrast between the two stanzas is stunning, Punam! I think I will try to find some new rose-colored glasses to wear when I need them! Beautiful poem! ❤
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We all need to keep a pair handy, Cheryl! Thanks so much. Hope you are having a good day. ❤️
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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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Ain, thanks for noticing that! And I am touched by your assurance that they will be back. Truly.
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This is so beautiful! Wonderfully established❤
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Thanks a lot. ❤️
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“sadly we forgot to bottle and preserve those sunny times”
Beautiful…loved the poem totally!
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