Delirium lurks near pebbled corner
its breath a cloud of ash and smoke.
I gasp in horror as it advances forth
probing into both mind and soul ―
Wind strikes hard as cold settles in,
feeling angst, sweet as boysenberry.
I flash a devious smile as above flies
hawk. Rouse me lest I breathe not
hope ―
Photo credits: Leesha Hannigan
Kerry asked us to consider part of the film Samsara, The Angst of Sagazan for our work.
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Great lines…the feeling so well-expressed…
I flash a devious smile as above flies
hawk. Rouse me lest I breathe not
hope—excellent!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I had to gasp for breath.
Thank you so much, Colleen ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
Such a fine piece of writing,
Thank you so much, Julian 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
This left me yearning for hope, which sometimes seems like delirium because reality can be so devastating. Love how you led to the last line.
Thank you so much, Myrna ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
Wonderful opening lines, Sanaa:
‘Delirium lurks near pebbled corner
its breath a cloud of ash and smoke’.
But I really like the way the final stanza hints at the enjoyment of angst, that twisted longing for it!
Thank you so much, Kim ❤️ so good to see you 😀
I love the sounds in this ending.
Thank you so much, Sara ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
Madness is an escape we must allow ourselves on occasion, lest we lose sight of what sanity really looks like. I too like the Boysenberry reference. It forces the reader to stop and consider,
Elizabeth
Thank you so much, Elizabeth ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
This is crafted so well … and the hanging hope: mesmerizing.
Thank you so much, Wendy ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
The Boysenberry threw me off course for minute, and then I remember a time decades ago when I thought madeness would be restful, a sweet break from reality. I like that in the midst of this plea not to succumb.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Susan 😀
xo
Your first stanza, alone, nailed it Perfect.
ZQ
Thank you so much, ZQ 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I really like the smile, and the hawk.
Thank you so much, Sherry ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
That boysenberry really pops here, as it did in the video 🙂
Definitely❤️ thank you kindly, Angie 🙂
Having no hope to breathe would be disastrous!
Indeed! Thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
Such frightening (chilling) imagery!
Thank you so much, Mary ❤️ so good to see you 😀
flash a devious smile as above flies hawk.
rouse me lest I breathe not hope ―
There may be hints to be thinking about. Still one must be able to foresee whether it will offer some solutions
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I think this is one of your very best poems Sanaa- a favourite of mine with all that movement of feeling
Thank you so much, Laura ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
Sweet as boysenberry – what a divine thought.. delirium can indeed be a warm wave that flows through us
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Jae 😀
Awesome write Sanaa; yes indeed, awake to hope
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
Much love back..❤️
That beautiful trusting feeling of hope and the confidence of a smile should see you through.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Robin 🙂
a wonderful piece, specially the first line…
Thank you so much, Sumana ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
Intriguing!
Thank you kindly, Rajani 🙂
This is an exquisite piece of writing. Great work Sanaa 🙂
Thank you so much, Purba ❤️ so good to see you 😀
Fabulous poem, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Rosemary ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
Your words and your chosen images dance so well together.
And the idea of delirium lurking is so vivid!
Thank you so much, Magaly ❤️ so good to see you 😀
It feels almost like angst can be a temptress.. maybe we need a bit of that pain in our life.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Bjorn 🙂
The idea of angst being as sweet as boysenberry is a really intriguing image. It almost makes me think that the protagonist savors the taste of madness, even its just a tiny bit, and yet the intensity of it is so cloyingly sweet as to be suffocating.
Gosh Rommy, I’m amazed how well you interpreted this poem!❤️ xo
Great work evoking an emotion using your imagery. I particularly liked how you built to that last line. Well done and viva la!
Thank you kindly, Isadora 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Oh, I like that flash of a devious smile!
Thank you so much, Kerry 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️