Purba, it is LOVELY to see you in the Pantry. YAY! I love this poem and can almost hear the leaf crunch of reading those old letters that were not sent. There is heartbreak somewhere in these lines. I hope you are well and happy and that your father is also well. SO lovely to see you and read you here!
very interesting. i can hear the sound of footsteps on leaves...that sound is always sharp and alerting, adding to the signs of the oncoming season of autumn.
What a sad poem that leave the reader to conjecture the words in the unsent letters (which of course I imagined would be love letters that would have be most welcome).
it does sounds like the heart being crushed, isn't it? brings back some memories. i like how you format the post with the leaves, simple but very effective and lovely. and thanks for the visit to my blog. :)
Purba, it is LOVELY to see you in the Pantry. YAY! I love this poem and can almost hear the leaf crunch of reading those old letters that were not sent. There is heartbreak somewhere in these lines. I hope you are well and happy and that your father is also well. SO lovely to see you and read you here!
ReplyDeleteThe ship has to face the storms and the waves.
ReplyDeleteSuch untold longing in your words Purba.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by my Sunday Standard today
Much💞love
very interesting. i can hear the sound of footsteps on leaves...that sound is always sharp and alerting, adding to the signs of the oncoming season of autumn.
ReplyDeleteThis strikes a perfect autumn chord :)
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad poem that leave the reader to conjecture the words in the unsent letters (which of course I imagined would be love letters that would have be most welcome).
ReplyDeletePoignant and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA good close Purba! There are times when one gets side-tracked by other things and love takes a back-seat!
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An interesting poem of the "ship not reaching its shore" although white has turned yellow...
ReplyDeleteit does sounds like the heart being crushed, isn't it? brings back some memories.
ReplyDeletei like how you format the post with the leaves, simple but very effective and lovely. and thanks for the visit to my blog. :)
Beautiful! And quite haunting.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem
ReplyDeleteThe fall lends itself well to thoughts of regrets for the chances not taken. I like the way you worked the metaphor in this small piece.
ReplyDeleteSensitive and sad. A poem of loss. Lovely imagery.
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