Those streets though misted by the dewy kisses of the past
As still etched on memory ,engraved on soul
Those that were rough, pebble- strewn with puddles everywhere
And covered by glossamer veils of reticula ,shades and light
Playing innocent game of hide and seek through the enshrouding trees
That stood silent as comforting hands of elders overhead as a roof
The sun was mellow in mood often grinning indulgently
As clouds floated like felt curtains drenched in earthy shades
The rain was whimsical visitor pattering at her own whims
Bringing along her girdle of hues of the spectrum
The bushels of jade leaves of tea with blessed fragrance
Rejuvenated the air cool and drowsy, pregnant with moisture
The flowers were spreading smiles of honeyed delight in bowers
Basking in the warmth of caressing rays with rosy fingers
Or swaying in the rhythm of the softly falling drizzles of ambrosiac rain
And just sharing gossips with the whispering garrulous breeze
Like the blooming soul of children ,lost in cradles
Where the day started as a pasteled delight of rigmarole of autumn shades
And ended with another whirlpool of colours afloat on the cerulean canvas
Like twin sisters separated in Time and space - Aurora and Hespera
The dewdrops could be seen even at noon untouched by he benevolent subeams
The alleys my childhood a paradise in nature's nurturing arms
Where I led a life of innocence listening to cuckoos sing and magpies chirp
To moths hum amorously and crickets sing in abandon
To the cock as it heralded the dawn and frogs as the welcomed rain
Watching the peacock strut its plummage of turquoise silk
And the butterflies vainly soar on dainty wings
Piegons black and brown with sublime doves pecked grains
In the solitude of my backyard and brought tranquility on its wings
The tiny mulberrries hidden in the foliage promised delectable delights
And the sour red berries were temptations for little souls
Wid flowers with sweet smiles shly peeped through grass blades
And the platinum moon brought dreams on the silken moonbeams
This was my town that was untouched by pollution
Always lethargically movig in slow motion as an old woman
Its air crisp, fresh and cool and its heart warmly aglow with embers of affection
And where smiles bloomed on every face to welcome life...
Author notes
This is my own picturisation of Dibrugarh my hometown a small district in he heart of Assam in India...
A contest entry
- # 195 Write a poem about a city by Andantino.
1650 points, ended November 13, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think honest oppinions please?
Comments
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So much beautiful imagery
expressed in unique metaphors. Rich and lush in the strongest sense. I became lost in your enchanted world.
I noticed a number of typos, grammar mistakes, and lack of punctuation, though. I would suggest you go through this poem carefully to improve it in those areas; also have an AP friend proofread it for you. Your poem is worth the trouble it may be to do this!
Also, you might consider trimming this a bit, especially the images you cover more than once.
Danni
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I cannot deny that you hae some beautiful, beautiful imagery in this poem. You make every phrase, thought, idea just jump to vivid life, which is an amazing feat! The cost, however, was that I found this a bit wordy, with very long lines, that had to break on my (wide) screen. However, that was only a minor problem that took very little away from my enjoyment of this poem!
Thank you for sharing, and best wishes.
Zach Estel.
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lost
I lost in my own childhood while reading this, very nice use of metaphors combined with brilliant imagery touching the core of heart, loved it -
What a truly delightful setting painted with the fine brush of an artist. Only a much loved place can ever look like this. =) All the elements of nature have been personified to add more depth and life to an already vivid canvas. This is what a Walt Disney Production would be like...enchanting.
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