Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Whisper



The melancholy
will fade like a whisper,
like drops melting 
on the skin with a sigh,
like a leaf floating in free fall.
A thousand mornings
I awakened in your arms
to the sound of your heartbeat.
The melancholy will no longer
demand my days
or attention.
Melancholy tinged with
yesterdays scents
of home.
The kitchen where love is made
by loving hands.
Days taken for granted,
a leap in the darkness,
freedom and solitude,
shackles of the mind.

19 comments:

  1. Yes... the kitchen definitely the place for all to be!

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  2. Much can be made in the kitchen that will never fade, within such arms is the place to be.

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  3. Melancholia is no one's friend, strong sensitive sensual take on the "food" prompt. It is interesting that images of food, descriptions of food, all conjure hormonal hungry responses; nice job.

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  4. The kitchen is the place where love is formed everyday--hugs to you

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  5. Your work is beautifully constructed, A



    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^= . <3 . >< } } (°>

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  6. I can imagine the melancholy that a the kitchen smell would conjure.

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  7. that reminded me of the hours and hours i spent during holidays in my aunt's kitchen in their old farmhouse while she was cooking ...such a peaceful atmosphere... and oh..the scents..

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  8. A peaceful place where emotions are cooked with love!

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  9. yesterday's scents of home... home is where the kitchen is... beautifully tempered melancholy here.

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  10. You have captured the essence of "comfort food" :)

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  11. The kitchen is the one place where memories come from. Possibly, the most important part of the house where laughter and happiness is flowing.
    Very well written!

    ~Prajakta

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  12. The kitchen is where love is made, such a great room in any house.

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  13. " The kitchen where love is made
    by loving hands." couldn't have been more beautiful than this Ayala. Loved it.

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  14. The kitchen is the heart of the home, isn't it? Lovely poem, Ayala.

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  15. What an interesting piece- very well done- and an interesting take on the prompt.

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  16. I specially love this part too:

    The kitchen where love is made
    by loving hands.

    Have a good day Ayala ~

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  17. I love your characterization of melancholy. So many shades. You pieced together so many emotions in such a compact verse. Well done, Ayala.

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  18. It's the rituals of our lives that connect us. As always, ayala, enjoyed your writing so much!

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