shall we dig up this new asphalt
poured over scurrying footprints,
tear up the leaves
that variegate those old shadows,
stir the strange air that blows over
our long ago dreams?
I measured it once,
eighteen steps from my gate to yours,
secrets still buried safe
where they were spilt,
behind the bougainvillea,
orange in the flickering neon light;
an inverted memory box,
this street filled with sunset shavings,
with eyes brighter than Venus
or Mercury, we never could tell,
with ribbons of longing
undone in its long plaited hair;
how many colours
can a word contain?
how much angst did a whisper hold?
how many promises
punctuated the years
until half past childhood?
You have taken my breath away with this one. Yet I languish in every image, feeling alive in the joy of poetry
Much love…
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Thanks so much Gillena. 🙂
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Memories in question, put to song with a rich background. Very beautiful 🙂
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Thanks so much Luk.
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Beautiful…. especially that last stanza… ❤️
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Thank you Sanaa 🙂
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Curiously I still yearn for those innocent years of childhood, remembering that precious time of learning that we were so eager to leave.
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So true..we were in such a hurry to grow up then! Thanks for stopping by Robin!
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Exquisitely beautiful! Makes we want to weep with longing.
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Thanks so much Rosemary. Glad the poem worked!
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My favourite lines:
“an inverted memory box,
this street filled with sunset shavings,
with eyes brighter than Venus
or Mercury, we never could tell,
with ribbons of longing
undone in its long plaited hair;”— WOW!! I love the imagery and the expressions you have used here!! The melody is so gentle that it makes you quiet. Beautifully done, Rajni.
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Thanks so much Panchali 🙂
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A wonderful read, deep with thoughts.
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Thank you Julian 🙂
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You picked a beautiful word, and I loved
“how many colours
can a word contain?”
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Absolutely beautiful from beginning to that amazing end!
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Thank you Donna 🙂
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those last couple lines are like turning a jewel to appreciate all of its facets. the light and the dark.
some things we can cover with asphalt, but that does not mean that they go away — they remain and stir us.
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Absolutely! Thanks so much for stopping by Brian.
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I find your weave of words so beautiful. You create such familiar feelings with your words, they are full of colors indeed. I loved reading this!
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Thanks so much Myrna. Glad you liked it.
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This was layered with thought. I wonder how many colors can a word hold and the angst in whispers. I can feel pain there…
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Thank you Truedessa 🙂
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I especially love the “strange air that blows over our long-ago dreams”. Beautifully done.
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Thank you Sherry.
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“an inverted memory box,” this one’s an amazing phrase…a beautiful poem
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Thanks so much Sumana.
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Very beautiful and full of a nostalgia and childhood.
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Thanks so much 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.
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An absolute pleasure to read, A masterpiece.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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Thanks so much Anna. Appreciate your kind comment.
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Oh, I can see the youth letting “Bougainvillea” drip off their tongues as they met and created the secrets under the asphalt. You found the song!
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Thank you 🙂 A little off centre, but you take what inspiration comes to you 🙂
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“how many colours
can a word contain?”
Oh, goodness.
Soooooo many!
This is an excellent poem. I very much enjoyed it.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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