Sunday, July 24, 2022

Impermanence

 The Sunday Muse #220




In the caressing darkness
Creeping through the
Breathing shadows
A few memories whisper
In a lingering rhapsody.
Breaking down the barriers
Of a bottled existence.
They come en masse,
With zillions of sunny dreams,
Fleeting heartaches,
Haunting love songs, magical moments,
Wordy duels and sometimes,
Just a smoldering silence.




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6 comments:

  1. An overwhelming sense of the life of a house--that would be an experience.

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  2. Memories seeped into the worn wood. Contemplative piece Sunita. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼

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  3. Oh a house holds so many memories, so much life even in its decay it can't be silenced. Beautiful piece

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  4. I can feel the haunting memories and stories living in old houses, captured so perfectly in your poem.

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  5. If only the walls could talk? This poem is absolutely beautiful Sunita!

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  6. The stories that are held by places now abandoned - that was what struck me too when I saw these images. Beautifully captured.

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