Amidst the last illusions of mist beneath a November sky

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To say that this was how it was meant to be
would be ideal,
a glimpse of roses riotously blooming in hopes
of
appearing indigenous–
I write down words that beg to be kissed,
to be read in whispers
knowing the world is cruel
and acquisitive.

Close the door, lest storm washes away emotions
like glowing leaves outside,
it seems to me that love is nothing more than a metaphor
wasted nowadays,
but then you come along and prove me wrong
as certain
as vigour that returns to trees in Spring.

Needless to say, I enjoy silence, hovering in the air
comfortably around us,
you’ll find I am sugar rush that helps put things
in perspective,
inhibitions have never really been able to hold me
back,

so, leave behind your moments of shame
as stars
continue to shine behind begrudging clouds.

Everyday people urge us to be authentic and yet,
when we cut ourselves open for them to see
they flee–
I am growing accustomed to the ones who are deep,
so, I am learning to navigate the ones
who are trivial instead–

you are an orange sunset amidst smoke
and chaos,
desiring my wit and charm in matters austere–

to say that this was how it was meant to be would be ideal.

 

Photo credits: Michal Jasiewicz, Watercolor Painting, Pinterest

Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

36 thoughts on “Amidst the last illusions of mist beneath a November sky

  1. Susan says:

    Ah! It is sad to settle for less, but there is so much possibility in this meeting that begins with trivial and is only on the brink of knowing. Let the beginning be ideal, as authenticity and awareness protect you! I love this:
    “blooming in hopes
    of appearing indigenous’ and everything that it implies.
    And I love: “Close the door lest storm washes away emotions
    like glowing leaves outside . . .” To overcome the waste of the metaphor, I remember how next years bloom may be twice as beautiful.

    • Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you! ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

  2. gillena says:

    “Everyday people urge us to be authentic and yet,
    when we cut ourselves open for them to see
    they flee–”
    Authenthicity is like candid camera, we are nevrr really ready for the surprises
    Thanks for dropping by to read mine Sanaa

    Much💞love

  3. Eileen T O'Neill says:

    Sanaa,

    Loved your poem with its truths about the realities of life, we have often come to experience, in one way or another.
    We sometimes choose to keep aspects of ourse;ves hidden, because as your poem says, to cut oneself open and to reveal truths, can leave us broken by the reactions we receive.

  4. Old Egg says:

    This is such a beautiful poem Sanaa but with the hurt so apparent there is sadness in almost every line. If it is you you write about it is both brave and sad that you should write about it but if it is by observation it is good you can empathise with the one that is hurt. Either way you have a gift that is able to illustrate life in all its complexity to the reader in such a great poem.

  5. marja says:

    First of all I love “you are an orange sunset amidst smoke
    and chaos, desiring my wit and charm in matters austere–
    Love the poem as it all rings so true about authenticity that it is often just like a fad instead of the real deal and yes the navigating is what you have to do

  6. Rall says:

    Trivial is the name of the game.Deep and meaningful relationships are rare and frankly most mortals are not capable of and have no desire for They flee reality.,the reason why we have lots of acquaintances and few real friends.Enjoyed this beautifully written poem.
    PS (pff topic)
    A while ago you said you didn’t get the job with IELTS. This surprised me considering your accomplished English expression. In fact it angered me because I know native speakers who don’t have your easy facility with English who have these positions. Note…I didn’t say it surprised me:)

  7. Kim M. Russell says:

    If I saw these beautiful lines on their own, anywhere else, I would still know they were yours, Sanaa:
    ‘I write down words that beg to be kissed,
    to be read in whispers
    knowing the world is cruel and acquisitive.’
    I also like the lines:
    ‘Everyday people urge us to be authentic and yet,
    when we cut ourselves open for them to see
    they flee’
    so true!

  8. Rob says:

    I agree. It is difficult to be authentic when it pushes some people away. But maybe we shouldn’t mind that they left. Thanks for sharing.

  9. Jim says:

    I think that when they flee from us cut open that they have decided that we are too tough to chew and swallow easily . And that they do not wish to be virtuous as we. Great thought. Sanaa, you have written many more here as well.
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    ..

  10. Sara McNulty says:

    “Everyday people urge us to be authentic and yet,
    when we cut ourselves open for them to see
    they flee–”

    So true. Beautiful, honest poem, Sanaa.

  11. Mary says:

    ” Everyday people urge us to be authentic and yet,
    when we cut ourselves open for them to see
    they flee–
    I am growing accustomed to the ones who are deep,
    so, I am learning to navigate the ones
    who are trivial instead– ”

    So true about people who urge us to be authentic but then when they see that authenticity they flee. It really is an enigma. It is hard to know who really wants to know someone and who just spouts the words. To really be known, to open oneself up, is not easy. And it really can cause a person hurt if it is not appreciated and/or reciprocated.

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