a touch was sought and received, whence
fingers gouged out the remnants of cold
in the warmth of these props of decency,
hidden – the thumb traces the existence, index
paves the way for further exploration, the middle
is the spine holding the act together,
the little is cushioned, nuzzling its cheek against
its counterpart, the ring wonders what it would entail –
probing and prodding the story of our times, it looks
for answers where there are even more questions. verses
are spoken and heard, there are certain bits of activity
to bring forth those much needed bits of dizziness.
such is the nostalgia for the untouched touch – of lips against lips,
of tongue against the skin.
such is the nostalgia for an unanswered answer – of murmurs within
the ears, of words left undone.
I peek through my naked thoughts and find a glimmer of
hope, nostalgic of an unbridled news item –
yesterday, she read the fate off of my palm,
today, he caressed those solemn lines,
tomorrow, I want to make them both last.
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Linking this hopeless reverie with Poets United. I hope you all are having a good Sunday.
Mine seems to be pretty dubious of its own existence.
Very sensous write Anmol
My favourite lines
“I peek through my naked thoughts and find a glimmer of
hope, nostalgic of an unbridled news item –”
Happy Sunday
Much love…
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such is the nostalgia for the untouched touch… that’s just so well said!
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It’s said that, after Pandora released the sins on the world, at the bottom of the box remained hope…..something we’re all seeking in these troubled times! Your poem is superb!
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Love the thought here, though sad, the hand is always seeking for that touch, and maybe somewhere it will find the touch it lost.
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Beautiful… such a way to write about what was and the wistfulness and the bitter longing and sweet remembering… just beautiful. Thank you
… “such is the nostalgia for the untouched touch – of lips against lips,
of tongue against the skin.
such is the nostalgia for an unanswered answer – of murmurs within
the ears, of words left undone” …
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such is the nostalgia for the untouched touch – of lips against lips,
of tongue against the skin.
such is the nostalgia for an unanswered answer – of murmurs within
the ears, of words left undone
so beautiful ! really enjoyed this
Keep going
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I don’t think I have ever read something which describes so intently the parts of the hand. I like the way it all leads to the reading of a palm.
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So many of us live without that so necessary touch. I love “such is the nostalgia for the untouched touch.”
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This is wonderfully tender and sensuous!❤️ Especially love; “such is the nostalgia for an unanswered answer – of murmurs within the ears, of words left undone.” Beautifully executed.❤️
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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What a wonderful sensuality you have expressed. There is definitely something about touch!
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ah I can feel the touch of your heart in your expression of words. A poem that stirs the readers senses.
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Love the intensity of the descriptions, the longing sighing in each word… And the ending, just perfect.
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The power and beauty of touch of a held hand. Beautiful. Tomorrow will come.
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“such is the nostalgia for the untouched touch –” wow…how intense longing reaches its crux….
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Arresting as always (a good thing in poetry). I particularly like ‘peek through my naked thoughts’.
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