How it feels nearing the end of the world

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Sweet
this all consuming apocalypse
which sought to devour around hour
of early black,
what worth is wisdom
if we cannot learn to let go of things?
This desire of yours
is both lock and key
as petals of crocus
which fold in gold lidded sleep,
I feel no guilt
in admitting to strange addiction.

 

Photo credits:Β  Lines Meeting, Pierre Dubreuil

Posted on ‘Camera Flash’ @ Real ToadsΒ 

And on ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United

52 thoughts on “How it feels nearing the end of the world

  1. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    The double edged sword of passion… the shackles we tie to ourselves.. to be burdened with sweetness … a very good poem

  2. HA says:

    Ooh, quite a delectable phrasing in this one β€” the sweet addiction makes it worthwhile β€” no admittance of guilt made me smile. I really enjoyed the spirit here. As I mentioned on insta too, I loved this phrasing in particular: “as petals of crocus/which fold in gold lidded sleep”.

  3. Mary says:

    So true that we cannot learn to let go of things. A desire being both lock and key is an intriguing concept and one to ponder!

  4. Magical Mystical Teacher says:

    I would like to learn the wisdom of letting go of things. Instead, I accumulate more and more. Woe is me!

  5. gillena Cox says:

    “This desire of yours
    is both lock and key ”

    my favourite image of your poem Sanaa. Its strikes a chord of choice , passion and excesses

    Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    much love…

  6. Truedessa says:

    Addictions even love, can be dangerous, especially if the other doesn’t feel quite the same. The lock and key may take on a new meaning. Who really holds the key I wonder?

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