Reveal to me the breath of the night sky,
confetti of emotions—
I find myself picking each one and holding delicately
in my palm.
The poetry of your lips
reveal to me the rushed hours, the cloud of buildings
there is an indescribable silence that follows
long after the city pale, dark and cold is illuminated—
don’t tell me
the world at large is collapsing;
take me,
reveal to me the increasing gale of your obstinacy—
I am first light.
Photo credits: Pinterest
“There is only what you want and what happens. There is only
grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.” ― Lauren Oliver,
Hana 💝
Lovely use of the one repeated word, reveal. And oh, what a glorious finale!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is simply exquisite.
Thank you so much, Barry 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Your poem is so delicate, Sanaa! I love the repetition of ‘reveal’ and the phrase ‘confetti of emotions’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Oh, beautiful! It reads like a whisper yet so vivid in its conveying. <3
Thank you so much, Khaya 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I like the insistent quality of the repeated “reveal”. The speaker sounds like they will not be placated by half-truths.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
“reveal to me the increasing gale of your obstinacy” … now there’s something to ponder! Intriguing write.
Thank you so much, Beverly 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love the thought of obstinacy being a positive gale against devastation. If there is to be darkness and cold, being able to feed storm feels like just the thing. I can see the shine.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I always sink into the lusciousness of the scenes you paint … fantasy at its finest. (at least for me. LOL.)
🙂
Your “confetti of emotions” resonate so acutely in today’s pandemic
Thanks for dropping by to read mine Sanaa
Much💛love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
much love …
“Confetti of emotions” is a wonderful metaphor, and sometimes life feels like that: a whole bunch of tiny, multi-colored pieces falling everywhere.
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Ah! The first light is of course hope that all will be well.
Absolutely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Robin 💄❤️
I’m imagining this beautiful quiet scene – above a city. You painted a magical moment here. Love it!
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️