Memory
So then, here it is. Another 4 a. m. muse when a distant Cuckoo has begun a song, of a memory, perhaps?
Sunshine
Warm rays
Add to your blush
Early morn
A distant taxi
Blows its horn
Footsteps
On a sun kissed creek
A cuckoo
Singing a tune
Reminding you of yesterday
A yellow flower
Slides down
Your tresses
So soft
You look up,
smoldering black eyes
And smile
An unknown, distant smile
Is it then
Just a memory of yesterday?
Or thoughts
Of a magician
Weaving colours of laughter
And happiness
And just as
The pink of your fingertips
Reach out
To the bubble
Iridescent;
With smells of a rainy cozy afternoon
It bursts.
A blue noise
That makes you smile
With a heavy heart
Yet another memory,
of yesterday?
posted by Prat @ 9:30 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
it hurt reading this, prat.
It makes one wistful... *sigh* Yet always, there are memories that can be relived. From memory to moment, to another memory treasured.
I wish you joy, Prat. ^_^
sometimes the sweeter the memory the worse it makes you feel.
excellent poem.
this is again wonderful prat... you evoke emotional memories here for me... the real point of every poem.
wonderful
Ya,of a memory perhaps,when the world was sleeping,i slowly wander away into those dark lanes of memory and look around to find someone,find those smiles and joy..
Very well written prat,Beautiful.God bless u.
And the memory remains ...
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