does she remember love?
the taste of chamomile
or colour of sky blushing?
did the clouds burst all at once
or trickle with each taunting poke
until she lay saturated,
unable to feel the pain-drops
streaming down her face?
are sun-smudged days only dreams?
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Beautiful Mish. I love that taste of chamomile and sun-smudged days! Thanks for hosting.
It is interesting that the word ‘smudge’ made you think of clouds and tears, just as it did me! I love the poignancy of your writing here.
I like those pain-drops – great wordplay. There’s something extra poignant about lost happiness.
The thought of a sun-smudged day and tears made me think of how filled with melancholy summer can be.
I feel the wistfulness of trying to remember the details. No matter if they were painful we hold onto them as old friends and are sad when they wander away…
Something about the inclusion of “the taste of chamomile” is particularly lovely to me. Great write!
You had me at blushing skies. You convey so much within the brevity. Great joy and great pain, those are first in line on the recall list.
Very nice! I love the “sky blushing” and “pain tears.” Good writing!
Love the “pain-drops”, Mish! I hope her sun-smudged days aren’t only dreams. Amazing how many thoughts popped into my head while reading this…excellent!
Everybody apparently loves this, especially the sun-drenching and the pain-drops. And I’m among them, loving the whole piece! And thanks for Hosting!
Your poem is much deeper that it first appears. Your metaphor of poking clouds is wonderful.
a colour of sky blushing?
did the clouds burst all at once
or trickle with each taunting poke
Love this word-play Mish. It gives a balance to the ‘blushing’ take! It also provides a movement feel. Thanks for hosting Ma’am!
Hank
Your verses are so evocative, and I truly feel that weathered vibe and the desire for more sun-smudged days! ❤🌞❤
Beautiful visuals but, the sadness is there. I hope the sun comes back .
“ unable to feel the pain-drops “ great line Mish! 👍
yes. perhaps they are ~
Wonderful!
I think that “pain-drops” is raw genius.
❤
David
Captivating lines – so beautifully written.
Beautiful poem and photo. Sure makes you wonder if dreams and reality do sometimes get smudged together to form a completely new memory. 🙂
Beautiful! I love the feel of this..sun-smudged days. Thanks for hosting.
Pat
Pain drops and sun smudged …. delightful words in an awesome poem. Thank you for a fascinating challenge.
I love, “sun-smudged days”!
Sun-smudged and pain-drops. Wonderful words. I love the questions, and I wonder who she is?
Thank you for the great prompt word!