Between hours of early morn and grey twilight,
roam, corners of the earth with lightest breath.
I glanced down at ink-stained hands, lingering
fragrance of hot pink tulips.
His murmurs interrupt curtain of gloomy haze;
while he offers me, quick words of benevolence.
I wonder what secrets, he held inside his heart;
as fuchsia moon appears, biding time to depart.
I looked up to the sky fresh tears welled into my
reluctant eye, oh perhaps some things are better
left unquestioned, I ponder as I pen fresh words
down on page.
Photo credits: Pixabay
Posted on Midweek Motif @ Poets United
and on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses
conversation under a fuschia moon…sounds lovely.
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Thank you for breaking through the clouds with lingering Hot Pink and Fuchsia! You are right, it is probably best not to question it–but how tempting to want to hold onto the delightful interruptions. Sigh. This feels like it’s for me.
Aww!❤️ Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
Love the dreamy scene with its lingering fragrance in the reader’s mind…beautiful Sanaa…
Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Often words written can be trusted more than words spoken.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Annell 🙂
Ah, between hours of early morn and gray twilight come the midnight epiphanies, the best thoughts of all! Beautifully written.
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love that fuschia moon. A beautiful scene.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Like a pretty picture!
Thank you so much, Bekkie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your words paint soft pastels over greyscale. Lovely visuals!
Thank you so much, Barry 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
What an intriguing picture you painted with this poem Sanaa as I imagined a poetess refining her work in the early hours as her man wakes to see her still scribbling away and just mumbles as he falls asleep again as she continues to refine her work. Delightful!
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I enjoyed the plot and imagery of your poem here. thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much, Jamztoma 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh, I love the ‘fuschia moon’… its sheer magic when the elements of words, colors blend with the composition! Gorgeous piece, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Panchali 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is beautiful!
Thank you so much, Jennifer 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Will those secrets ever be known? Maybe, maybe not. But wondering at secrets is the stuff of poetry, is it not? And you’ve wondered well!
Aww!❤️ Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
Those words of benevolence are gifts!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
oh perhaps some things are better
left unquestioned
It seemed necessary sometimes but one does it at one’s own time as an afterthought mostly!
Hank
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Hank 🙂
This is lovely,,,a slice of romance awakened in the night 🙂
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️