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The moon in general abhors a vacuum,
yet somehow it comes and goes
changing names and changing faces,
as leaves curl and fall from branches in Spring;
it fills our lungs and only through breath holds,
how so you may inquire?
Placed tenderly upon unwavering magenta lips,
debris of those that had gone before – fire.

Soft rains at length adore consummation,
through and through in every drop of blood
yet they return not for many months;
it’s hard to explain.
To some, the rain makes only wet,
to others it penetrates the skin and bone–
it offers us gospel truth when the sky opens,
provided we can match up, we can hold our own.

Jaded these lips refute allegations of the world,
so gentle, so moist its impulses.
They put us in places we have never been before;
possessing the most desirable nectar imaginable–
growling and hissing
a storm that develops gradually along the road.
One’s eroticism, another’s bane of existence;
in the end it all depends upon how we decipher its code.

Dust is anything but spiteful,
it takes us from nothingness to glory–
microscopic, it awaits the next breeze to blow it away
but do we even notice?
From dust we made mountains, on dust we have treaded,
it’s just a question of how and when–
I am lost in quiet reflection;
from dust we came and to dust we shall retreat, amen.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Ewa Hauton Fine Art painting, Pinterest

Day Eight ~ A double challenge ~ L’Arora at Toads
and Pathetic Fallacy at PSU

Posted for “Play It Again” @ Real Toads

Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United

Comments

  1. I enjoyed the stanza about rain, Sanaa, especially the lines:
    ‘To some, the rain makes only wet,
    to others it penetrates the skin and bone–
    it offers us gospel truth when the sky opens,
    provided we can match up, we can hold our own.’

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  2. marja says:

    Some beautiful reflections you make the moon the rain and the dust sound like magic

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  3. Vandana Sharma says:

    Such truth in this. And yes, we do at times make mountains out of dust and yes in the end to dust we shall all return.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Vandana 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  4. Kerry says:

    I appreciate how each stanza has its focal point and leads the reader on to the next. This is a poem of substance, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  5. Rommy says:

    And some seek the joy of splashing in the rain like a happy child, while others see only a nuisance that we need to go through to get from one place to another. I think to be a poet is to open one’s eyes to all the possibilities before us.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  6. Ha, you have combined your two prompts happening at different places today. That makes me feel better about the fact that I did it too.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Hahaha I simply had to my dearest, Rosemary 😀 otherwise I fear I would have lost my mind, so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  7. gillena says:

    Ah dust, we are and so we live and hide inside ourselves
    Thanks for dropping by to read mine Sanaa

    Much💝love

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️

      Much love …

  8. Hazel says:

    Magenta lips and soft rain – lovely concepts to play in the head!
    Dust. I remember that day when I read those words from the Scripture; my father’s casket before me.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Hazel 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  9. Rall says:

    In the end it is all how we decipher the code….yes and no 🙂

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 😉 thanks for stopping by, Rall 💄❤️

  10. It’s the dust that arrests my attention most. Even at our best, we are dust. And yet, somehow, we persist…until we don’t. Such a riddle!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  11. Ellecee says:

    I enjoyed your poem very much, especially the last stanza about dust. Your poem reminded of Gloria Stein as well. 🙂

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  12. Beautiful, deep, moving…love this line” Dust is anything but spiteful,
    it takes us from nothingness to glory–”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  13. I understand this in many ways: “To some, the rain makes only wet,
    to others it penetrates the skin and bone”
    We had much rain last year – more than we could bear.
    Thank you for another hit, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  14. Helen says:

    Simply perfect … every word. You have a ‘way’ with them!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Helen 😀 that is very kind of you to say so 💄❤️

  15. Vivian Zems says:

    Dust is s much more than just dirt. I love the way you give it value so eloquently

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  16. beautifully expressed with amazing verbiage You are gifted.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Anjum 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

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