Blanket#Daily Prompt #Season 2#Attempt 45
Blanket of my memories
Still holds your scent
It is warm like love
It is dear like friends
When icy storm of life
Freeze my bones
And push me a little further
Towards end of my hopes
I tightly wrap this blanket
Holding it very close
To feel safe and secure
In it’s loving comfort zone
The protection it provides
Give a zest to my life
With new zeal I proceed
Once again getting revive
The only fear I have
This scent should not fade
As it is the holding key
Of magical powers of this blanket!
Copyright Β© 2017 All rights Reserved Wings Of Poetry, Meenakshi Sethi
Lovely poem βΊοΈ
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Thank You! π
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Lovely post Meenakshi βΊ
I read somewhere each time we revisit an episode from the past we rewire and alter it and the story feels more comforting than it was as part of reality.
But our good times are great escape from the crazy world when we feel exhausted and drained !!
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So true Cherry! I wrote a poem in Hindi kuch Pal read it if you could find it in my blog.
That’s what I mentioned in it that from long journey of our life the true moments of life and happiness are rare and they are like light house for our dark nights!
Thank You as always for your love n support π βΊ
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Pleasures mine too buddy π
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Lovely woven threads over secure memories
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Thank You Sunith! These secure memories are our refuge!
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True that
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Cherry stole my comment…on addition, you had written such a poem on the light note after a time…
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Lol! I will ask Cherry why she stole your comment π
Thank You Sangbad π
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ha…ha…ha…no…don’t…please…
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Such a blanket is really precious….and one needs to be lucky to have it…or at least…identity it….great writing….
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Thank You so much! Yes it indeed is precious!
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My pleasure…MS….
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Something about the scent of the blanket that provides security. I was horrified when my daughter’s dad left her baby blanket in the hotel on one trip. Kids can hold onto their baby blanket until they go to school. Wonderful poem – even adult blanket has special place in our heart!
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Thank You Miriam! Your statement made me realise how many memories we make during our life course…
How far we have reached now! Life is amazing π
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It’s so true, Meenakshi! I want to write down those memories and pass them on to my daughter and grandkids. I have a couple inactive blogs. I could use them to write things that I’m not ready to post!
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Beautiful!
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Thank You Sarah!
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Beautiful
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Thank You!
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Thank You!
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Blankets are so awesomely woven threads that make us feel over secure and remind us of memories at times. Gives us so much zest to live and they are our cozy zones. Loved this beautiful poem, Meenakshi.
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Thank You so much Kamal! ππ
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Welcome Meenakshi. Have a great day.
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Imagery at its best!! β£οΈ
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Thank You Zinni! π
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Your poems are so often emotional and evocative. Very nice! I especially liked “Still holds your scent”
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Thank You Theresa! Missed You! Hope all is well at your end!
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Yes, thank you! I’ve been a little more busy trying to help with some of the discouraging political events in this country. So thank you for being patient!
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Oh! That’s a good job! Wishing you all the luck for everything! π
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Wonderful! I could use all that luck! π
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Your poetry is lovely, Meenakshi! Thanks for sharing your gifts with us! π Blessings, Debbie
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Thank You So Much Debbie for all your love! π
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You got it, Meenakshi! π π β€
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