Ishaisms, Poetry


And when you leave,

the memories linger sultrily,

imprinted in the now enriched hues

of the glass vase,

and that silk cushion;

our movies,

and that jazz we danced to…

© Isha Garg

27 thoughts on “Imprints”

    1. All smiles here. You made my day, Drew!

      I usually end up second guessing myself on posting such ‘ordinary’ thoughts – but then again, poetry IS in the ordinary, the pure nothingness of everyday…
      I ramble (inspired by your words, I might add) when all I want to say is thank-you, kind poet!

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