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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Recess by Beas

Our hands brushed,
Accidentally, of course,
By the banks of Beas,
Plastering
The walls of our castle
With soggy silver sparkles.
My clumsy patches
Smoothened
With your finesse.
Day-by-day,
Our tiny hands
Moulding our dreams,
Aiming
Higher, loftier, stronger,
Occasionally ornate, too.
And then the chase
To the classroom
Where we would
Sit alongside
And learn
The impressive
Array of facts.
We would return,
Each day,
Only to find
Our caresses, corroded
And
Our footprints, ironed
By the eventide.
But that didn't deter us.
Ever.
Sometimes,
I wonder if you remember
Those recesses by Beas,
Or is it just me.

This week's photo prompt is provided by Sonya with the blog, Only 100 Words. 

10 comments:

  1. What a wonderful poem and it fit the prompt beautifully! Welcome! Thank you for participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge!

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    1. Thank you so much. It is pleasure to hear such heart warming words.

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  2. Lovely. Beautiful memories in poetic form. Thoroughly enjoyed.

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    1. Thank you so much Yolanda. There is nothing better than hearing that somebody enjoyed your work.

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  3. Lovely Ruby, enjoyed your take, very unique....well done....

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  4. A beautiful poetic response to the prompt ~ Well written Ruby :)

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