The wind perhaps is most perceptible when we speak of change,
blowing empty thoughts to keep my glass refilled–
somewhere, someone’s heart beating for me, cares.
And when I sense you must be there,
my pulse quickens–
I would’ve followed a prettier road but that would’ve left no chance
of meeting you,
trickling slowly down the shaft of an incense candle
is indecision,
or what’s left of it really
I would’ve clung to familiar things had the prospect of appearing false
not occurred to me.
Ah, what then broke through? What once was sewn with a needle–
Perhaps my lips have always hungered for the taste of danger,
of metamorphosis delicately coating my tongue,
you know I do, don’t you?
Photo credits: Marta Bevacqua, Drifting down to the ground
Posted for Midweek Motif ~ Changes @ Poets United
Wow. My new favorite–with an exquisite first line and then every next line exceeding it. May your glass always be full! Refilled.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
What a great poem and hard hitting ending
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
“I would’ve followed a prettier road but that would’ve left no chance / of meeting you,”…I like the determination and passion for ‘the taste of danger’. A road less traveled by. Nice, as always.
Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I would’ve followed a prettier road but that would’ve left no chance
of meeting you,
THIS is the image that speaks to me most in your poem, and I am going to cling to it fiercely…because I never would have met my mate except for the pothole-pocked roads we traveled to get to each other, and now are stumbling on together. Thank you.
Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“…blowing empty thoughts to keep my glass refilled……” What a great description. I like the lines MMT quotes also, very much. Our roads may not always be pretty, but they got us where we’re going.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
The pretty road doesn’t always lead to discovery..Love this poem Too many amazing lines to quote just one.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Ah you skipped the pretty road, the true way of adventurers
A gorgeous write Sanaa. Thanks for dropping by my blog today
Much💞love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Much🌹🌻🌷love
If we can’t dream what hope do we have? What a magnificent poem this is Sanaa. Daring is what made humans great and no doubt will also be their downfall!
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
“I would’ve followed a prettier road but that would’ve left no chance
of meeting you,”
I love love love that!
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Reflection of chance and choices throughout. This set apart for me: “somewhere, someone’s heart beating for me, cares.” The hope that each of us need. Thank you for sharing, Sanaa. I will continue to be a fan of your words until I can no longer read them.
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the way you’ve expanded the phrase ‘the winds of change’ into a beautiful love poem, Sanaa. These are such wonderfully scented uncertainty in the lines:
‘trickling slowly down the shaft of an incense candle
is indecision,
or what’s left of it really’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Sanaa,
I loved the bravery within your poem. I guess as with life, we sometimes have to change course and take the less favoured road, if we want what our heart desires:)
Thank you so much, Eileen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Indeed a marvellous and beautiful poem! You keep finding fresh ways to use language in the service of love and beauty.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
metamorphosis delicately coating my tongue – that’s a lovely turn of phrase, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Pretty road, empty glass. Love this Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it 💐❤️