Destinations

Destinations

A Chapter by Dr. YumnaKay
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Destinations


There would come a time

when I'll write memoirs

and paint fancy images

upon the night sky,

 

of long nights, and in 

them, of long walks with 

destinations headed to 

nowhere in particular;

 

of times when a lone heart

was heard beating again, unfrozen

by a gentle touch after what

seemed like centuries apart.

 

And there would come a time

when my ink would run

dry and paint splashes

will be all you'll find

 

upon our half-finished

canvas, and amongst them,

little stars, which would

blink more than once...




© 2018 Dr. YumnaKay



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A writer's ending. What did Hemingway and Kosinski think at their ending?
"And there would come a time
when my ink would run
dry and paint splashes
will be all you'll find"
The above lines. I did like. Memories become heavy my friend. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote



Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much for appreciating, John. Glad you like it. :-)
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

I did enjoy my friend and you are welcome.



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Beautifully explained and expressed! Limned is the word that comes to mind when reading this magnificent poem. Tyfs!!!

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much, Cyprian! Glad you appreciate :))
I've often found myself thinking of the inevitability, when the ink finally drys and I am left with a blank canvas staring back at me. How profound an image that would be. The inability of it is enough to drive a most prolific man insane, as it did to Hemingway.

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Dr. YumnaKay

4 Weeks Ago

True indeed...thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts, Kelly. Appreciated :-)
The imagery works very well here, conveying the longings of the heart and the paintings of dreams that never come true... until the paint dries up and the time has passed. I like the visual device of right-justifying the text to convey the idea of heading off - but against a brick wall of a margin.

This is the stuff of romantic fancy, the expression of sad resignation, a sense of hopelessness in the face of the inevitablity of destiny.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much for your words here, Jibey. Always appreciated :))
A writer's ending. What did Hemingway and Kosinski think at their ending?
"And there would come a time
when my ink would run
dry and paint splashes
will be all you'll find"
The above lines. I did like. Memories become heavy my friend. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote



Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much for appreciating, John. Glad you like it. :-)
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

I did enjoy my friend and you are welcome.

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