A wisp of thought it remains,
Walking in unannounced,
A distant echo of the whispers exchanged
Of the breaths shared.
.
A wisp of a memory it remains,
Floating without connections,
An unconscious gaze into the dreams wished
Of the promises unmade.Ā
.
A wisp of a love it remains,
Formless of definitions,
A play of lingering touches of destiny Ā
Of the strands of losing hope.
From the vaults of unrequited love. Written for Sue’s photo prompt.
This is wonderful, Prajakta. I love the photo, too. š
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Thanks Tonya – The credit for the photograph goes to Sue who hosts this weekly challenge.
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A wisp of a memory… Promises unmade… you touch my heart ā¤
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Thank you Himali ā¤
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Lovely words to accompany those wispy clouds š
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Thank you Joey š
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A beautiful photo followed by more beautiful words..
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Thanks a lot š
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Very beautiful, Prajakta.
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Thank you, Sue š
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Speaking from my own experience
of course funny the things we
can and will take for
granted like
all the
sensings
feelings plus
that emotions
so naturally bring
when we are Children
Comfort of Funny TV
Shows Laughs over
Dinner With family
long talks
at the
Day Time
Dinner Table
listening to elders
relate their days easily
expressing all the Emotions
iN the events of their life in
voice and facial expressions
who are truly Living Poetry
in action oF Flesh and
blood so far away
from Radio and
TV and all
the Electronic
Devices now that
even limit life to heads
down in a four inch screen
connecting to an alternate
reality that we both see and create
as we go etched in stone and if it is love
lasts so long but still bare couches with no friends
front porches with no neighbors families with no
Fathers and nomads with no family moving from
state to state where jobs make us into slaves
and cars become lovers and homes become
a throne of God that we create too
away
from
the
touch
that is
human eYes
who smell who taste
who propriocept even more
and the who’s who feel the otHeR’s feelings
and senses of the flesh and blood on a Couch
of LiFE and a Blanket that feels all of Nature one..
so what’s left.. perhaps wisps of words that last in
concrete form and when living more than wisp as
poetry comes alive on the page a semblance only
of the full reaLiTy but never the less as real as now is..
For a Person who literally lost all memories of emotions
i remember screaming at the dark ceiling and that’s
part of the medical literature on that condition
just wishing for any wisp of feeling at all
it’s really impossible to explain fully
as in that place now wishes are
just empty shells with zero
substance of hope..
an emptiness
unless
one has
actually visited
beyond the opaque
window who some cannot
look through and truly a place
of heART who some are born ever
never seeing through a window at all now..:)
Wisps
oF A Human Touch
GRasping For Life Found..:)
Oh yeah.. Hi Prajakta..
as alWays.. thanks
for the inspiration..:)
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Thank you for sharing your experience – it really is difficult to put certain moments in words.
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SMiLes.. Words
Are Home for
Emotions Poetry
Is Life..:)
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Such lovely words with a beautiful picture. I am really glad I read it.
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This is absolutely stunning! The writing style is beautiful x
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Thanks a lot š
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The wisps of your words mirror those of the clouds and love xx Beautiful!
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Thanks a lot, Christy ā¤ļø
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This is beautiful… your word touch me.
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Thanks Sandra š
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A wonderful shot…the clouds seems dancing in your words
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Thanks a lot Akhila š The photo credit goes to Sue – the host of this challenge.
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Aaaah. The longing in your words…. šš
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Thank you ā¤
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