
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 π
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So we must, Ingrid! Thanks so much. β€οΈ
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I was overcome with a sense of foreboding Punam. Very engaging bit of writing my ftiend.
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Rob, it always means a lot to hear from you. Thanks so much.
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Great use of all the prompts Punam (but I like mine the best) Thanks for joining in π π
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Thanks a lot, Brian. π To be honest I think the same. β€οΈ
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I can feel the ache here Punam. May those shadows dissipate into clarity. (K)
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Kerfe, thankfully the shadows did dissipate. Your kind words much appreciated.
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I’m glad.
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Such a deeply evocative poem Punam. The emotions youβve written about come to fore in the mind of the reader as we read this poem.
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Sadje, that’s a beautiful compliment. Thanks so much.
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Youβre most welcome my dear
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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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Thanks a lot, Alexandra. Once upon a time WordPress would provide a daily prompt and it was a great platform to meet and greet fellow bloggers. But they stopped doing so, then these three sites and a couple more started providing daily prompts. These are great sites to keep the creative process churning.
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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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Thanks a lot, Dwight! I am glad you liked that line.
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You are welcome, 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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Thanks so much, Val. The fear of the unknown does alert all the senses.
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A wonderful write full of subtle emotion. The third stanza really stood out to me.
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Heather, I am glad you enjoyed the third stanza the most. Thank you.
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My pleasure.
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Your poems are always so beautiful and heartfelt! This one was so eloquent and poignant. Love it β€
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Thanks so much for your lovely words, dear. β€οΈ
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A wonderful poem and an excellent use of the prompt words. Kudos!
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Thanks a lot, Fandango.
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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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Thanks, JYP. I have always associated memories with black and white photos and they used to be grainy.
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Poignant and profound piece, PunamππΌπ
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Thanks a lot, Deeksha. ππΌ
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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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I did mean pasty-faced, Joy! A totally avoidable typo! Much appreciated.
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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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It sure could, Tracy! Thanks a lot.
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You’re welcome.
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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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I think the moon is worried, Merril. I do hope the earth starts healing.
Thanks a lot. π
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You’re very welcome. π
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Poetry for our times. Gosh. Lovely. Thanks. XoXo
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Selma, thanks so much. 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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Yes, Cheryl…sorrows are everywhere. Thanks a lot for your appreciation. β€οΈ
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Profound and deep words so well composed Punam ππΌ
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Kamal, thanks a lot.
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Always welcome Punam π
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I loved every line of this painful poem, and this was my fav. βtonight the moonβs forehead is lined with worriesβ Amazing are you, dear Punam. β€οΈ
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Touched by your amazing words, Jeff. Heartfelt thanks. β€οΈ
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Aww, youβre welcome, dear Punam. Itβs always my pleasure. β€οΈπ€
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So treasure your constant presence, Jeff. ππΌπ€
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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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I am glad you could feel that, Grace. Thanks so much.
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