A Faint Whiff Of My Childhood. Poem by Ravi Panamanna
A Faint Whiff Of My Childhood.
A COUPLET OF PABLO NERUDA HAD INSPIRED ME TO COMPOSE THIS POEM. COMPOSED ON 8TH OCTOBER 1980.
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Oh beauty! Thy face is
Slumber and pale so deep
In the smalt of night,
In this silent hour.
Oh dreams! Thy rainbow feathers
I saw in my bed
Void of that golden hue
That once my years filled.
Oh song! So echoing thy strings-
Was so enchanting once.
Now with tears engrave on thy grave
An ode in this silhouette.
Oh sweet days! Why now weep
Fondling in silence with candid feelings?
That quiet little brook whispers unto me
Of our childhood avenues so sacred.
Oh my soul! Thou from the distant past
Bring me a faint whiff of my childhood.
You were my first delight, you gifted me
Umpteen poems to light my solemn hours.
Beautiful, just so wonderful, The words themselves enthral And take us back into the past A time of Joy, Innocence And Love in its purity!
This is truly an inspired write. Very elegiac. What once was, but can never quite be again. Warm regards, Sandra
This truly made me cry, such beautiful language and such sad reflection. Rainbow feathers, seem almost a fluffy distraction from the once golden hue.The feathers....you (saw) .... you seem distanced from them, purely by using the word saw, the rest of the poem is much more (tactile) so to speak so i think, I guess you chose saw on purpose. I know one cannot write a full story in poetry but this seems to me that there are layers in this, some which you happily reveal but some deeper that you softly suggest yet you wish to remain with you (maybe i always look to deep...i dont know) I could read too deeply (often my problem if im adoring a write) I also love that you placed whiff and umpteen as it makes this write so much more real, contemporary and umpteen almost as if its wearing on the soul Not sure if im anywhere near the mark but this is such a wonderful write which has inspired me to ponder over for a long time (in poetry review terms) Paulo Nuruda is absolutely my favourite poets ever, his emotions seep as in his dog write and you are firmly placed near him for this piece alone.... tyvm karen...
Oh my soul! Thou from the distant past Bring me a faint whiff of my childhood. You were my first delight, you gifted me Umpteen poems to light my solemn hours.....all those years so dear to memory and esily rememberd in lesisure times... gone are days and can never come back... beautiful composition....10 read mine.. innocence regained.... school..no teacher please
Oh what a delight to read your poem. You have a way with the softness of pen and page..melodious verses indeed...10++++++++++++
I am so glad Pablo inspired you to write this stunning poem encompassing beauty, dreams, song, sweet day and your soul's sniff of childhood. The last stanza is a triumph as, after all, the gift of poetry takes a sacred place in a poet's heart. 10 love Karin
oh wonderfull poem.it is always great to go back to childhood.beautifull wordings too.posted 10
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:22:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
gorgeous and full of melody! keepw riting!