An unfinished poem lies in the lines of his palm

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“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.” – Vincent Van Gogh

An unfinished poem lies in the lines of his palm;
earthy and ambiguous
it frequently invokes the muse which like the river is otherwise brimming,
emerald blue rippling,
indomitable with a hope to induce— there is no denying it,
his essence is that of wheat,
of fields laden with eternity in each turn of the breeze.
The sweet, rich brown
a breathless possibility that he might be “he,” is heavenly.
But oh! Blackness encircles like the arms of a cypress tree,
just as dark days are inevitable, they are necessary—
mournful pebbles pry
and I clutch my heart,
he’s the song I sing when everything seems to be falling apart.
Subtly pink, his lips put the sunrise to shame,
without touching
he beckons the soul and moves in as silently as a blown kiss;
and I lie here
envisioning him under a different sky during the early hours of night—
at a point where edges are blurred by infinite longing,

I inveigle sleep and sigh; “for wheat is wheat.”

 

 

Photo credits:  Vincent Van Gogh, Wheat Field with Cypresses

Posted for Poetics: Waiting on Wheat @ dVerse Poets Pub

https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/25/poetics-waiting-on-wheat/

22 Replies to “An unfinished poem lies in the lines of his palm”

  1. I specially love this line:
    The sweet, rich brown
    a breathless possibility that he might be “he,” is heavenly.

    The waiting seems agonizing but worth the wait, I believe.

  2. Oh Sanaa this is so touching. Beautiful lines! I particularly loved
    “….there is no denying it,
    his essence is that of wheat,
    of fields laden with eternity in each turn of the breeze.”
    Well done!

  3. Your title/opening line is so tantalising, Sanaa. I especially love the lines:
    ‘his essence is that of wheat,
    of fields laden with eternity in each turn of the breeze.
    The sweet, rich brown
    a breathless possibility that he might be “he,” is heavenly’,
    the play on breeze and breath, and the way you incorporated words from the van Gogh quotation.

  4. I always find myself sighing at your words, Sanaa….this time I revel in the Van Gogh painting you’ve chosen and in his words as well!
    I have always adored Van Gogh’s work! One of my favorite artists.

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