January Rain

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And so, it happens,
midway upon the journey of life
I find myself
meandering through the grey and misty streets–
their chaotic fragrance somewhat soothing,
sets me on fire.

You humbly inquire after my beliefs,
and percussion
bold that breaks through the windows of heart–
as to this I could not precisely say,
so, I drew it out
and held it gingerly; I am surprised by the warmth
in your eyes,
hazel gold in their fervour.

I drink pink grapefruit consolation and make peace
with the idea
that I can never finish a sentence without you nodding your head
in approval;
nobody is at fault here,
the city’s veins are bent on beating amber to red—
these shadows offer the shape of life.

Before I sleep, I whisper your name
satin syllables
that roll right off the tongue, barely stirring the air
yet a hurricane of desire
follows,
I cannot remember a time when I did not hunger
for you
to dance along,
before lower lip gave me away—
January in return sighs
at invisible poems and half a cup of longing at my bedside table.

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Word List: Somewhat, warmth, percussion, grapefruit, fervour, bedside, sleep.

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Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub

64 Replies to “January Rain”

    1. Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

      Happiest New Year to you too!
      Much🎆❤🎆 love

  1. “. . . their chaotic fragrance somewhat soothing,
    sets me on fire.”

    I always look forward to how you use scent in your poems.

  2. wow beautiful I so love:
    ‘the city’s veins are bent on beating amber to red—
    these shadows offer the shape of life.’
    and ‘satin syllables’

  3. I’m so sorry for the late response, Sanaa; I was very busy yesterday. Your January rain resonated with me, especially its ‘chaotic fragrance’. I love the lines:
    ‘Before I sleep, I whisper your name
    satin syllables
    that roll right off the tongue, barely stirring the air’
    and
    ‘January in return sighs
    at invisible poems and half a cup of longing at my bedside table.’

  4. This is a most fervent mix of passion and melancholy… that rain is something that sets you in a mood of longing I think

  5. Oh Sanaa what a brilliant start to the year of poetry with this one – lovely meandering pace, wondering, considering, and a light touch of humour too
    “I drink pink grapefruit consolation and make peace
    with the idea
    that I can never finish a sentence without you nodding your head
    in approval;
    nobody is at fault here,,”

  6. “I drink pink grapefruit consolation and make peace
    with the idea
    that I can never finish a sentence without you nodding your head
    in approval”

    I love this line, it stings a little

    1. Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

      (and thank you for the warm wishes! 💝 The site is great and is coming along nicely) 🌹🍰

    1. Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so very much, Steve 😀 you always interpret my poems so closely and beautifully! ❤️

  7. January in return sighs
    at invisible poems and half a cup of longing at my bedside table.

    Always the case that what we planned for remain empty and invisible in the late hour in Jan!

    Hank

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