signaling the day-end is a light
soft to touch, sweet in its flavor, dark
in its attire, wiping smiles and words
from my ramshackle lips – empty eyes
carrying in its hold wry remembrance,
it tricks me by wind-woven fingers,
playing with a velvet shadow, blue-green
in color, smooth dew-leaves in temper.
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(Anticipation of the evening coolness by Nikolai Taidakov)
Edit: Linking it up with Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads
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How fantastic, to feel in colors… to taste light’s feels… to interact with the psyche of shade… This reads like Magical Realism and Surrealism dreaming a dance that is real. Delicious.
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Lovely imagery, well done.
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I love the wind-woven fingers, and the velvet shadow.
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This is a tapestry of colors and sensations.
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It is true, this anticipation. It is often how/what I feel of the coming of the evening. It is rainy here but one can still feel the evening coming on, in spite of the grey day. This is truly lovely.
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This is wonderful, Anmol. I especially like “dark in its attire” not least because of the arrangement of the words (as opposed to “in its dark attire.”) The way you’ve done it is better. mark Twain said the difference between the right word and almost the right word (or arrangement of words, I’ll add) is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. Yep.
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You describe perfectly the allure of evening as it probs softly into our thoughts and reads our unspoken displeasures when we are at odds with the world. Lovely write 💜
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Probes* 😊
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there is a magical “here/there” grey twilight feel to this – a pull and soft push of senses – a dance in veils, and you’ve translated it well, the use of colours just so ethereal – it’s compact (the poem) but it demands (in a quiet way) to sit and stay with it – in good company I add – to just feel and let it soak and absorb into the skin … I really like this – and it’s a fascinating compliment to the art work 🙂
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kaykuala
carrying in its hold wry remembrance,
Color can have a hold on our being by way of sight or imagination. Either way it remains colorful in memory!
Hank
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I know this feeling now… the heatwave is nothing I have ever seen before, bluegreen is the color of shade.
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that sense of sweet evening light wiping words from ramshackle lips is fantastic…
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This feels like a beautiful way to enjoy evening.
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Beautifully woven, like a kaleidescope made into tapestry!
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the pairing of words and image is striking.
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This piece is beautifully composed.
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