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It echoes as loneliness, as broken insides
and as unsaid
I guess it makes sense
as bells are whole enough to house them
my conscience
a trail of memories and fragrance of jasmine flowers
five white petals
with amber regret in the middle,
the past is a pointed blade that cuts deep
if we are not careful
it’s not meant to be clutched in hand but kept away
in a drawer
but with you the blade trails its way to the flowers
obliterating
their core, their very essence
how is it that even though the bells have stopped yet
cries of loneliness can still be heard?
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This is a very pensive poem, Sanaa, which resounds with sorrow, especially in the beautiful lines:
‘my conscience
a trail of memories and fragrance of jasmine flowers
five white petals
with amber regret in the middle’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
One of your best Sanaa. The past, sorrow…all of the plays on pain. I especialky like the way you describe the jaxmine flower: five white petals
with amber regret in the middle. Such a sweet smelling flower but with regret at its center. Very well done.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What a ripe turn on Basho’s poem. Well done.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
So sad, how difficult it is to let go of those far gone echoes . Touching,
Thank you so much, Ellecee 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
The hollow echo of loneliness will always echo…
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️
“the past is a pointed blade that cuts deep
if we are not careful
it’s not meant to be clutched in hand but kept away
in a drawer”
I love that. We often set our thoughts in the past where pain resided and let it tear at us again and again. Love your wisdom to keep it in a drawer. This poem has so much in it. Deserves several rereads. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
Yes, the cries of loneliness, can still be heard. Lovely poem, my best fav for today!!
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Sad and soulful, the bells take on a whole new aura in this one. The smells and the sounds echo…awesome writing!
Thank you so much, Corey 😀 so good to see you ❤️
‘the past is a pointed blade that cuts deep’ – and the whole poem is piercing and poignant.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I was captivated from the Basho quote to your final line:
how is it that even though the bells have stopped yet
cries of loneliness can still be heard?
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Poignant and heartfelt, with images that break the heart!
Thank you so much, Frank 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
“a trail of memories and fragrance of jasmine flowers
five white petals
with amber regret in the middle,”
What a stunning image this is, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️