Earl Grey and Lamentation

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Amaranth red, the morning parts her lips stretching ever
outwards into the rich blueβ€” always in a hurry
there are two kinds of people in the world, us and everybody else
For the love of earl grey, I poke my head out of the covers
wheatish skin disregarding the warmth of the sun
and instead typing bold words with long, slender fingers
on the iPhone screen

Like dark petals, exhaustion falls on the laminated floor
I forgot that people tag along only when it’s related to
their own means of pleasureβ€” the internet has spoiled conversation
no longer across the table, maintaining eye contact
their actions send me deep in thought

Finally the weather matches my mood, rain soaked the ground
holds more than it can possibly endure
black currant jam, love poems and an adamant pen
I feel as though he is thumbing through my mindβ€” viridian desire
that inspires my most wanton poetry, I could drink an ocean of him
and still be thirsty, I am on the edge of something

I cannot describe
always in a hurry, there are two kinds of people in the world
us and everybody else

 

 

Photo credits: Gerard Schlosser Painting, Pinterest

Posted for MTB: Stream of Consciousness Writing @ dVerse Poets Pub

And posted on Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

58 Replies to “Earl Grey and Lamentation”

  1. I love how this involves comparisons and contrasts of different people, and how this ends with the theme of togetherness against the rest. I love those idiosyncrasies in this piece, along with the wonderful imagery you encompass such as with the iPhone screen light, and the cold imagery of the sun.

    Beautiful piece. Your writing style is immersive itself like an ocean and it’s lovely.

  2. I hate that people forget to have a good and deep conversations with others. This is nostalgic and sweet. I love this part:

    I could drink an ocean of him
    and still be thirsty

  3. Most lines of thought, especially on waking, are like this, not random but slightly off-beat and disjointed. I like it !

  4. It really is a delight to read your work Sanaa. In fact all those readers that can associate your words with similar situations in their own past will be nodding and thinking “That is a bit like me too!”

  5. Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Irish Breakfast, Pu-ehr…these all make me want to get out of bed. The husband perks up for his fancy coffee blends. But thankfully we converse over our morning cuppas. There must be a meeting of the minds and hearts for a strong relationship to be possible.

  6. I love the flow and introspection of this stream. And the power of these words is stunning: “Finally the weather matches my mood, rain soaked the ground
    holds more than it can possibly endure”

  7. I so enjoyed your streaming words, like a slice of morning lemon with tea. This line especially,
    “For the love of earl grey, I poke my head out of the covers”
    I never want to get out of bed in the morning.

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