Perhaps it is my folly;
tucking away conscience beneath unswept rubble,
leather bound journals,
and era of forgotten moments that separate abalone clouds
from charcoal—
it verbalizes the shattered mirror
through
which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;
this moral culpability,
these jaded lips painted fuchsia merely to put up a brave front—
I am guilty,
for how else can one explain the incessant thundering of heart?
Pull up a rusty lawn chair,
shake me and take me by the shoulders,
loving someone deeply is equivalent to being tortured;
and now I am lost,
wandering aimlessly around areas of sparse population.
I have always hated it
when authors send characters down the elevator shaft,
these honey-dipped corpses
locked away in a room where even moonbeams cannot hope to reach.
What a waste.
If only I could touch them
savor tempestuous torso before it rises past me like a host of thoughts
irresistible;
I am sorry, did you really think I changed?
Photo credits: Aaron Westerberg “Immersion,”oil on panel
Poem inspired by the title of movie “Confessions of a dangerous mind,” directed by George Clooney.
Lisa hosts at dVerse tonight and asks us to write inspired by the Mussenden folly or folly in general, come join us! 💝
Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub
40 Responses
Exquisitely composed, Sanaa. It is torture to love someone deeply and it cannot be reasoned away. My favorite part of your poem:
“it verbalizes the shattered mirror
through
which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;”
Thoughts and reality are sometimes so divergent from each other!
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt)
This is beautiful, luscious and unnerving in places.
Thank you so much, Francis 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
You describe the longing quite well, evocatively and eloquently. As well as passionately.
Like Lisa, I adored these lines very much:
“and era of forgotten moments that separate abalone clouds
from charcoal—
it verbalizes the shattered mirror
through
which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world…”
There is wisdom here, and I love how each line flows with grace like a bird. Beautiful wordsmithing, yet again.
Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The folly of falling in love is a well-written topic, but you have explored it in new ways ‘beneath unswept rubble’, Sanaa! I love that you ask the question, ‘how else can one explain the incessant thundering of heart?’ but do not attempt to answer it, just accept the effects for what they are, even if ‘loving someone deeply is equivalent to being tortured’ – a true romantic.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
What torture that must be… especially reacted to the words being honey-dipped corpses
Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Stunning folly, Sanaa!
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We can only know it’s folly when we’ve given it our best.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Ken 💄❤️
Follywonderful, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Ron 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Great write Sanaa! So much depth and honesty. This is so very well written, excellent quotation mark
Thank you so much, Rob 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Very strong message, so open and honest. Love hurts, or it can if it goes awry of off the rails; yet we must go there, venture forth with our heart in our hands, for Love is the apex of human achievement; all else is folly.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
That last line caught me off-guard, then catching me up to the guilt she has accumulated, the murderous tortures of love. Beautifully penned encounter with a mind full of a “host of thoughts irresistible.”
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love this,
it verbalizes the shattered mirror
through
which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;
this moral culpability,
these jaded lips painted fuchsia merely to put up a brave front
And the blunt honesty in the last line.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A wonderful poem of contemplation of one’s work and effort done only to be stashed away and gather dust! Beautiful….
Love the painting!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
loving someone deeply is equivalent to being tortured…
this is the confession of a dangerous mind, and the lines of this poem evoke all the pitfalls of love, that we long to touch and examine. Great read!
Thank you so much, Tricia 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
absolutely love every line of this, especially “era of forgotten moments that separate abalone clouds
from charcoal” so much colour and texture in this torture … a marvellous rendition of love lost or seperated.
And another phrase that resonated was “I have always hated it when authors send characters down the elevator shaft” … yes written off and forgotten for various reasons. Great layers here
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love the image you’ve used and the story you’ve told with your words here, Sanaa, especially ‘I am guilty,
for how else can one explain the incessant thundering of heart?’
I haven’t seen the film but I’ll look out for it now!
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
You create such lassitude in this poem, the painting of lips just because, the sitting and waiting. I want to take her by the shoulders and shake her too!
Thank you so much, Jane 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Love is a complicated tangle of desire and regret.
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The rhythm of this write, reinforced by the visual shape of the lines, amplifies the power of the words
Thank you so much, Alexandra 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Powerful emotions, written beautifully.
“it verbalizes the shattered mirror
through
which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;”
“these honey-dipped corpses
locked away in a room where even moonbeams cannot hope to reach.”
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️