Palimpsests

I wake up this morning

to the empty sky..

What are words worth

when they are no longer new?

When we hear some haunting lyrics,

eloquent,elegiac,ephemeral,

so perfect,so borrowed

on a morning when

the Sun itself is no longer new

let alone all the things under it;

what shall keep us company

on dark winter evenings

if we’re not wrapped in the cloak

of a borrowed nostalgia that

recalls and replays on an

endless,endless loop

words that are no longer new

and what are words worth

as I wake up this morning

to the empty sky..

4 thoughts on “Palimpsests

  1. Madhumathy

    Heard melodies are sweet and they fill our “empty mornings “with nostalgia , someone’s reminiscences soothe our vacant moments . Beautiful!!!

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  2. amitapaul

    Wordsworthian reflections of the worth of words on the palimpsest of the human mind give this poem a philosophical depth while the wistful question tone has a repetitive insistence .

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    1. VijayNair

      An engaging, introspective poem on the worth of ”words that are no longer new.” The title justifies the content of the poem.

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  3. Pushmaotee Subrun

    Palimpsests
    When we hear some haunting lyrics,

    eloquent,elegiac,ephemeral,

    so perfect,so borrowed

    on a morning when

    the Sun itself is no longer new…
    The poet’s soulful write leaves much food for thought of what is new and what is borrowed…

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