Epilogue – No Amount Of Parchment Is Enough

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The mind is its own beautiful prisoner,
its dark fantasies
inoculating the adjoining parts of the body
against reason,
against light
and against the will to resist,
mine gazed at the moon with its cream-colored disfigurement
and pulled out a singular thought
red as a loganberry,
its sweetness enveloping the tongue.

Unperfect is desire that paves the way for chronicles of life,
your flesh
is a delicate dance of syllables that infiltrates
my poetry,
its innocence
searching me out as though a conversation that’s been left
in the middle,
perhaps I belong to you in sonnets
as indigo sky sets into my throat, it’s a most beautiful feeling
raw in its energy
as though a sense of warmth emerging from the cold.

Your lips are rose bud, a gateway to eloquent speech
as the world around me spins,
could this be a delusion?
could it be that I am being deceived?
If only I could touch you,
if only I could step into naked reality and have a pink flush
cover
my face and sweating palms,
I brushed away further ideas and once again gazed
upon the sky,
the mind is its own beautiful prisoner
but
like the moon I am not willing to be imprisoned just yet.

 

Photo credits: Lush Life, Loui Jover

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

20 thoughts on “Epilogue – No Amount Of Parchment Is Enough

  1. Kim M. Russell says:

    How smoothly you dived off the springboard of Cummings’ line into a sea of gorgeous words, Sanaa! I love the ‘moon with its cream-colored disfigurement’, the ‘delicate dance of syllables’ (lovely sound and rhythm) and the final line is gently defiant.

  2. Kerry says:

    mine gazed at the moon with its cream-colored disfigurement
    and pulled out a singular thought

    I love this idea of finding a single source of inspiration. (Also happy to see one of my words of the month, ‘unoerfect’ here. Not an easy word to use but you have applied it so well.)

    Thank you for the wonderful cummings’ prompt.

  3. Jim says:

    Wonderful mind images, Sanaa. Yes. I’d say our mind is a prisoner to body and conscience but host to mind and thought. Very to integrate as you did, also including our Moon.
    Thanks for your prompt, I played with it.
    ..

  4. Susie Clevenger says:

    “mine gazed at the moon with its cream-colored disfigurement
    and pulled out a singular thought
    red as a loganberry,
    its sweetness enveloping the tongue”

    I love your description of the moon and how with all you might see in it, you found one thought to inspire you. Beautiful writing

  5. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I love how you ended in a hopeful note… the whole poem breathes of passion behind the barriers… very good.

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