In unheard tweaks of leaves and birds
Guffawing over the first ray
Swallowing the neon lights – one by one
The spirit feels the creased palms
And their granular impressions felt long after
The hands tune to changing pictures -
Of my growing child, grey stands and baggage
A tomorrow lives for today now awakening from yesterday
Where the routine revels in a rainbow
With each passing day
I sense the sepia for a new leaf
I'm glad you made it here, too.........with your beautiful poem. I love the whole idea of "the sepia for a new leaf."
ReplyDeleteVivid imagery: "first ray swallowing the neon" "creased palms and their granular impressions" and pictures of the growing child and rainbow and sepia. That little hand opens to such grace and ability as we approach tomorrow and every passing day. So much is possible.
ReplyDeleteI specially like this line: A tomorrow lives for today now awakening from yesterday ~
ReplyDeleteGood one Akila ~
Tomorrow always comes and with it a new sunrise. Beautifully expressed in your words of hope.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thought..wonderfully penned down..:-)
ReplyDeleteA tomorrow lives for today now awakening from yesterday
ReplyDeleteWhere the routine revels in a rainbow
i love those lines...and how you contrast the rainbow with sepia....
They grow up so fast! Each tomorrow stemming from yesterday, best to make the most of today. Thanks for the reminder!
ReplyDeleteThere's a real sense of every moment being treasured as it happens..very inspiring
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI really like the idea that 'tomorrow lives for today now awakening from yesterday.' I liked the positive outlook in your poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great read. I absolutely adored the first 4 lines, especially "swallowing the Neon lights. ..", fabulous.
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