December 15, 2009

Touch

Gleam sparkling in his eyes,

mischievous smirk on his face;

Wild thoughts flashing in his mind,

as the flakes of snow touched…

 

He remembered the day,

way back in memory lane;

Her contagious laugh,

and her feathery wild touch…

 

The slippery garden floor,

right to the community hall;

The stolen moments,

and the chilling breeze’s touch…

 

The loud honking,

the sudden commotion;

The hard thud,

when the car touched her…

 

The loss of light,

the dawn of darkness;

Slow rise of vaccum,

touched his heart…

 

Back in same place,

among the same flakes;

at the very place,

when life touched love…

 

Wearing his glasses,

holding his stick;

asked to help cross the road,

helped the generous touch…

 

Life goes on,

so he has too;

she is gone,

but not her touch…

6 comments:

  1. CLAP CLAP CLAP....
    old man remembering......
    very beautiful... honestly.....

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  2. Hi there..nice poem..liked it..

    Keep up the good writing!

    I also write poems..Pls do pay me a visit at my page

    www.assorted-platter.blogspot.com

    & do drop in your opinion...

    Tx

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  3. None other work in recent times has had such profound effect on me as this one.
    I don't know if it was your pure imagination or sad experience.
    But I can tell you, as someone who has gone through this EXACT thing, its very, very well written!
    Hats off to you!

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  4. Zave, it was sheer imagination..but m honored that it really touched you!!

    I am sorry about your experience..and at the same time humbled by your appreciation!!

    THANK YOU!!

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