Hours before love’s last breath

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Steeped
in the stillness of January, in neon lights
and empty streets
love walks a tightrope where once the grass
was green.
Now, bare bushes abjure sun
and shadow

knowing bowl of lilacs mourn
love’s memory;
she tries to remember a time before him.

 

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Posted for Quadrille  #72 @ dVerse Pub

56 thoughts on “Hours before love’s last breath

  1. Glenn Buttkus says:

    You had me at a /bowl of lilacs/. You are a Romantic, for sure; not fearful of eros or loneliness. My poetics spew angst, anger and discontent more often than not. Your poems refresh me.

  2. Truedessa says:

    The reader can feel the loss in your word and the bowl of lilacs adds an interesting scent. I would have probably chosen lilies., but that is just me the flower of mourning. Lovely writing Sanaa.

  3. Mish says:

    This line..”love walks a tightrope where once the grass was green” is such a vivid turning point in the poem. You can feel the passion and the loss.

  4. Rommy says:

    Perhaps it is time to leave the tightrope and ride out the January cold until warmer times return, with new blooms to admire.

  5. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    The bowl of lilacs make me think of a funeral… which it almost is… a tightrope walk it is until spring is here.

  6. Lona Gynt says:

    The saddest part is that there is a feel of many years ahead of them, partners in a way, coupled, but love only a memory. It is even sadder since there was once love, now even the memories of it have passed to mourning. Perhaps it can be kindled if it has not been marred by cruelty. I agree this is perfect and sumptuous and oh such an ache. What a story in 44 words!

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