A passing willow ~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar

In the dimly lit room,
Like an expired
coupon's faded ink
I sift through memories
like spam emails
discarded in a blink
The scent of wilted
lettuce lingers in the air
As I navigate through
the past with a slick
ruffian flair.

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

How did you place all these disparate elements in such a short poem to make such exqusite sense?

[Einstein Noodle]

sometimes it takes a ruffian's flare to shed those lasting wilted memories and feelings we are unhealthy to ruminate on. nice imaging says i .. "coupon's faded ink" and "The scent of wilted lettuce..." and i especially like your " ... ruffian flare" .. glad i stopped by and again .. so nice to meet you
E.

[Ken e Bujold]

love the title and the poem. sense of play running rampant through the entire romp. well done B

ken

[emmajoygreen]

Cleverly metaphorically interposed with findings, thoughts, memories. Your poem's brevity is extraordinarily detailed, sir.

[Sapphus]

Very in character poem. I like the flair.

[Neville]

Very much enjoyed .. I am so glad I happened to be passing :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Going through old letters, old photos, remembering moments that perhaps are better left in oblivion. Navigating the past can be quite emotional. I liked the image this created for me. Lydi*

[Soren]

Very interesting images
"Like an expired
coupon's faded ink"
The scent of wilted
lettuce lingers in the air"
very nice