
And with fingers entwined
we lay on the mud floor
counting stars and gifting each other
constellations. During the day
we dodged the streaming sunrays
as we dreamt with eyes wide open
our upturned palms
caught the crooning raindrops
rainbow bubbles our prized possession
the whispering trees our steadfast guardians
the laughing blooms were our playmates
we had little then but life overflowed with laughter
now there is no dearth yet no reason to laugh too.
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s guest host, Anna, says : Gnomic poetry is the long lived and loved practice of moralizing in verse. Choose a maxim, aphorism or proverb, the focal point of your poem must have a moral or assert a philosophical position on life.
Your visceral evocation brought many memories of childhood. What a beautiful contribution to Meeting the Bar. Thank you for joining us!
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Anna, thank you so much and my pleasure.
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I love this. From the title to the end, every line fantastic
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JYP, thanks so much.
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Punam, your poem paints a vivid image of contentment. We all sometimes wish to return to the simple joys of childhood. Lovely! ❤
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So we do, Cheryl! Thanks a lot. ❤️
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This is beautiful Punam, and true. (K)
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Thanks a lot, Kerfe.
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This reminds me of those carefree laughter filled days of innocence. Life overflows with laughter – love this.
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Indeed, those were the days! Thanks a lot, Grace.
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Beautiful poem Punam. I do agree with Anna about this evoking many lovely memories.
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Thanks a lot, Sadje. Glad it brought back lovely memories.
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You’re always welcome my dear sister
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Gorgeous created and expressed, dear Punam. ❤️
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Thanks so much, Jeff. ❤️
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It’s always my pleasure, dear Punam. ❤️
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Punam, to lose the wonder and joy of nature and the ordinary in childhood, is a high price to pay for monetary comforts in adulthood… Very vividly expressed!
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I totally agree, Val. We give up so much for the lure of lucre.
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A beautiful poem, Punam! For some reason, I am unable to comment on your WIH post, but I wanted to say thank you, and congratulations! 🎊🎉
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Thanks so much, Ingrid. ❤️
I had closed comments on that post for two reasons. One, so many of us who had contributed were posting about it and secondly, I was hard pressed for time. 😅 ( I still am!! 😂) Thanks so much once again. ❤️
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I understand this absolutely – always best to recognise when we need a break 😅❤️
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😅🤗❤️
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This is beautiful, Ma’am.
“rainbow bubbles our prized possession
the whispering trees our steadfast guardians
the laughing blooms were our playmates” Lovely!! 🙂
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So happy that you enjoyed it, Aishwarya. Much appreciated.
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So lovelyyyy!! 😍😍
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Thanks a lot, lil sis! 🥰
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You made me remember my carefree days Punam. Such a lovely poem.
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So happy to do that, Kamal. Thanks a lot.
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Welcome dear Punam 🙏🏼
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Such beautiful, vivid imagery, Punam! 💕🙂
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Harmony, thanks so much! ❤️🙂
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This is gorgeous–such evocative imagery. One of your best, I think. 💙
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Aww! Thanks so much, Merril. 💙
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You’re so welcome, Punam. 💙
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This brings back fond memories, and the ending is so true.
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Thanks so much.
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Thanks so much, Jeff. ❤️
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