any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
This is such a magical poem... loved the vibrant imagery & rich use of language here..I adored these lines:Shall I touch youIn your word formNo, not nowCome to meWhen I breathe my lastWhen a person is breathing his last breath... a few moments before leaving the world... it is said his entire life flashes before his eyes... Loved your poem..!!xoxo
Such a beautiful poem - i think keeping those words sealed and waiting for the moment when they can be shared is both a test of will and an absolute demonstration of unconditional love
How easy it is to shed tears when we read this beautiful poem. Magnificent!
This is very touching, specially the ending lines - to read back the words again reminding you of the lively steps ~
This is a very poignant poem, Sumana, from deep within your heart. It would be hard to read the words in a loved one's diary, I think. But perhaps as time passes it may become easier...and yes, when you breathe your last you will meet once again. That is a certainty!
Very moving poem, Sumana. I would also feel awed in front of such a diary. And I like the poetic memories it triggered. It is comforting to know that in the end, you will be reunited. I like the way you have expressed this certainty.
Words in a diary will hold a special place in one's heart. Very poignantly expressed Sumana!Hank
Sumana this was extraordinary....especially the end. Such a love, such treasured words in this diary to be shared perhaps one day.Donna@LivingFromHappiness
Words are very powerful. They impact so much. Thank you Sumana for the enlightenment.
That middle stanza does something deep and lasting to the heart... both painful and reassuring... something will be lost, but not completely... Still, it will be lost.
a very moving poem, Sumana.and i like your image about the banyan tree.
Very lovely poem, Sumana
So beautiful, so poignant. Perhaps the time will come, when you will seek her through her words. I love that the sound of rain on the tin roof lulled her to sleep. I so know the feeling of hoping for reunion at one's time of death. I believe!
so much beauty and passion in it.. lovely.
Sumana, your poem confirms there is beauty even in sadness. Through your poetry, I can decipher that you've had a tremendous loss. My heart is with you. Thank you for writing your grief.
The poem flowing from your heart, Sumana....evocative...no diary, but some notes written, found so treasured always...I carry with me...
Like the personification of the moon in this.
Sumana,A diary is such a personal place; it is reserved for ourselves, to recall and review...It would be difficult to read the words of a loved one, in their absence..A lovely, sentimental poem.Eileen
Before the blogs, there's the diary. A reminder that we have lived. Very poignant, Sumana. I heard the longing of both.
The tragedy inferenced by this poem is heart breaking.
Very moving, indeed. Brilliantly written, Sumana. You know just how to pull on the ol' heart strings ;)
Beautiful writing. You've mingled the reality of the words with memories and images carried in the heart. Poignant and tender.
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