January in the heart of a Poet

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There comes a time
when desolate soul requires healing period,
its colors toned down
as though washed in translucent water 
kissing the brow 
a warm and pink shade. 

Late evening hush has come to the streets
as the last vestiges of sangria sun
disappear
over the horizon.
Such is life as dawn, decision
and determination
blooms
out of pure nothingness.

Starting over,
can either be the simplest
or the most frightening thing in the world,
be it a budding rose
or a blank page 
both in the end are represented
with a heartfelt wish, prayer and hope.
We are out there
breathing and searching for clues
in the darkness
knowing deep down that the right time,
sweet moment 
is waiting for us just around the corner. 

I am at a certain point in my life 
where every fibre 
every inch of my poetic soul 
yearns for renewal 
for a chance to leap forward and spring
into the world.

 

Photo credits: Joseph Zbukvic – Watercolor

Posted for ‘Midweek Motif’ @ Poets United

 

& posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub

60 thoughts on “January in the heart of a Poet

  1. Magaly Guerrero says:

    Your third stanza is pure truth, beginnings can be anything we let them be—horrifying is we don’t go with life’s flow, a blessing if we use the chance to make something… that works for us.

  2. Susan says:

    If I were home and not in a doctor’s office writing on my cell, I would quote most of the poem back to you. It’s brilliant! The images in stanzas 1 and 2, calm me. The 3rd is the challenge, and I too am ready by the end. Thank you!

  3. gillena says:

    This one deserves a Dear Poet response Sanaa.
    My favourite lines-:
    “Such is life as dawn, decision
    and determination
    blooms”
    Happy you dropped by my blog today

    Much🎉love

  4. Rommy says:

    Waiting for that next chance to start again, especially after going through a period of quiet to heal from the last act of daring can be so intimidating.

  5. Kim M. Russell says:

    Oh yes, Sanaa, a healing period is definitely necessary, helped by being ‘washed in translucent water
    kissing the brow
    a warm and pink shade’.
    I like the sibilance and taste of ‘sangria sun’ and starting over as a budding rose. My favourite lines are:
    ‘We are out there
    breathing and searching for clues
    in the darkness
    knowing deep down that the right time,
    sweet moment
    is waiting for us just around the corner.’
    Hopeful!

  6. Erbiage says:

    Lovely images in here, sangria sun stands out for me. Def was thinking similarly about a renewal. Winter is a resting time, like a nice nap. The christmas festivities are over, the light is returning, but imorning is still a good way off… To paraphrase Rumi, A winter sky so vast and empty that something entirely fresh will begin to grow next spring.

  7. Linda Kruschke says:

    This, for me, is a superb mixture of melancholy and hope, of ending and beginning tied together with a rest. The term “Selah” from the Psalms comes to mind. A time to contemplate what was before moving on.

  8. kaykuala h says:

    yearns for renewal
    for a chance to leap forward and spring
    into the world.

    Most appropriately the moment to spring over to the ensuing year Sanaa and start all over again!

    Hank

  9. Angela says:

    This is beautiful and full of hope! I relate. I love the idea that we constantly evolve and finding ourselves in this place, even when unpleasant and scary, is beautiful.

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