For the contemplation of Poets

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It burns the tongue, tapping into the senses
ever so slightly
while I lie under the sheets contemplating nature—
there is poetry in dirt,
in salt existing on the wind,
in grayness of the morning and in red peppers.

His lips,
the centre point of all sweetness trace what is mine
and what isn’t,
and I wonder if the moon competes with the sun
just like I compete with him?
Not even milk soothes the sensation that pierces—
the sky in turn sings a little louder.

As subtlest of kisses launched from fingers,
if you asked me why I prefer fruit that hurts
I wouldn’t be able to answer—
I am half conscious,
my thoughts straying to him in deep mauve
of twilight;
it burns the tongue, yes
but wouldn’t you rather feel this way
than have a feeling of dust
rise in your throat?
Fealty,
is what my soul bleeds when one isn’t looking.

 

Photo credits: Antonio Mora’s Surreal Portraits, Pinterest

Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United

28 Replies to “For the contemplation of Poets”

  1. Hot foods are an acquired taste but once caught there is always a desire for it. I loved how the feeling in your writing seemed to incorporate it. The beauty of poetry is that it has no boundaries we can write what ever we feel!

  2. It’s not what’s sweet, but what is hot. That’s what really engages the senses. I really like the sharpness I felt in this. Particularly with the salt in the wind. (I like adding salt to fruit to enhance their flavour, particularly with watermelon and apples). Red peppers have their own particular bite, a sweet heat.

  3. Although I am not keen on red peppers – mainly because they do not like me and make me ill – I love your extended metaphor, Sanaa, and the lines:
    ‘there is poetry in dirt,
    in salt existing on the wind,
    in grayness of the morning and in red peppers’
    and
    ‘Not even milk soothes the sensation that pierces—
    the sky in turn sings a little louder’.

  4. Oh I do like a little spice and burn in my meals, but that can’t be the whole of it. There’s got to be some substance for it to season, or else I end up malnourished and a bad case of indigestion.

    1. I can relate 🙂 I prefer my food to be medium spicy and cannot handle more than that as there is possibility of having mouth ulcer. 💄❤️

  5. Hi, Sanaa. I often don’t comment on your poems because I just don’t know what to say. This is exquisite! I like the subtle metaphor of love as “fruit that hurts.” There is something about this poem, and so many of your other poems, that just pierces my soul in the most wonderfully stunning way.

  6. Pretty deep here, Sanaa, thick with thoughts and feelings and even blood when no one is looking. I liked reading of them.
    I didn’t write mine to be of me but after my latest colonoscopy my doctor said no nuts or seeds or corn, etc.
    I liked the Goblin Matter poem with your prompt material. Thank you.
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