
The grainy texture of hazy memories
evokes myriad long forgotten tastes
some ambrosial, some miasmic
some that leave me pasty faced.
suspended in the half light of living
an unnamed bird flutters haplessly
singing no song of eternal hope
yet it can’t stop whirring its wings endlessly.
tonight the moon’s forehead is lined with worries
the fragrant skies will smolder throughout the night
heaving under the haze of monochromatic thoughts
the sun’s endeavour to slight the moon may never come to light.
time fades bit by bit bleeding every second
hunger throbs voraciously in my aching bones
tears gather drop by drop in the hollow of my neck
I brace myself for the colossal shadows of unknowns.
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Those unknowns really do cast colossal shadows, yet we must learn to walk forward into them without fear! Nicely put, Punam 🙂
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I was overcome with a sense of foreboding Punam. Very engaging bit of writing my ftiend.
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Great use of all the prompts Punam (but I like mine the best) Thanks for joining in 🙂 🙂
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I can feel the ache here Punam. May those shadows dissipate into clarity. (K)
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Such a deeply evocative poem Punam. The emotions you’ve written about come to fore in the mind of the reader as we read this poem.
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You capture the feeling of oppression beautifully, and even more, those prompt sites! Thank you! Bookmarked them all!
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heaving under the haze of monochromatic thoughts… I really like this line in your great poem, Punam!
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You engaged nearly every sense and stirred up all the emotions in anticipation of that unknown future. Well done!!
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A wonderful write full of subtle emotion. The third stanza really stood out to me.
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Your poems are always so beautiful and heartfelt! This one was so eloquent and poignant. Love it ❤
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A wonderful poem and an excellent use of the prompt words. Kudos!
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I like the lines on the moon’s forehead, and I think grainy texture absolutely captures the feel of those memories
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Poignant and profound piece, Punam👌🏼😄
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” the half-light of living..” A weave of imaginative and evocative words that ends up in a place of grief that is sober reality. (I think you may mean pasty-faced? But if not, patsy-faced is a true twisty phrase that expresses a very original POV.)
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It could be a lament for Delhi, as much as it is for other parts of the world. Beautifully written, Punam.
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Such evocative images, Punam. I particularly liked the grainy texture and the moon’s lined forehead.
The moon should be worried. The earth is not doing well.
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Poetry for our times. Gosh. Lovely. Thanks. XoXo
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Punam, This poem beautifully expresses the sorrows of life, always present in the world around us and sometimes in our personal lives.
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Profound and deep words so well composed Punam 🙏🏼
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I loved every line of this painful poem, and this was my fav. “tonight the moon’s forehead is lined with worries” Amazing are you, dear Punam. ❤️
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I can feel that heavy emotions in your lines. Specially love the concluding line:
I brace myself for the colossal shadows of unknowns.
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