Late February

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This poem is a heartfelt prayer drenched in the promises of dawn.
This poem is a graphite drawing struggling to separate sorrow from the grey.
This poem is passion, a single red leaf resting upon the ground.

Chalk-mouthed,
you step onto the platform as though trying to stitch a hole
in the fabric of subconscious
above the sky
below the ground
but what conjures this dying umber you know not,
this poem is a heartfelt prayer,
let me offer you the world, with its joy, its hidden trail
to heaven 

my entire self because nothing else can satiate this ache and thirst. 

I have milked optimism for all its worth, witnessed the dark
slowly consume the world,
if only I could separate sorrow from the grey 
and fill light
into the missing space,

despite the darker veins of politics, come let us join in the war 
against wrong measures
this poem is a graphite drawing sketched on a winter day.

Upon February’s insistence did I dare to indulge in passion,
allowed the wind to seep into the warmth
of my skin,

I was lost entirely in the process of surviving the savagery
of this world 

until you arrived and offered me your hand,
tell me which lines from my poetry beat inside of you?
I have always preferred shy over the unabashed,

this poem is a single red leaf resting upon the ground.

This poem has offered a prayer.
This poem has begun a battle against wrong measures.
This poem has embraced all that passion has yet to offer.

 

Photo credits: Gondola Stazione Venice by Joseph Zbukvic

Form: Boomerang Metaphors 

Posted on Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman @ Real Toads 

Also posted on open link night @ dVerse Poets Pub

52 thoughts on “Late February

  1. Kerry says:

    you step onto the platform as though trying to stitch a hole
    in the fabric of subconscious

    These lines beat inside me today. Never give up your passion for the sake of a cynical world.
    Haters gonna hate! Love is the better option.

  2. Sherry Blue Sky says:

    Oh my GOODNESS! What a masterpiece this is! My own poem for this prompt depressed even me. Yours lifts us out of the savagery and offers us love , a helping hand, and a rising above the turmoil. This may be my very favourite poem of yours ever, Sanaa. Wow. It is a wonder. Thank you!

  3. lillian says:

    This poem is absolutely exquisite – one of your best.
    This line is my favorite:
    “This poem is passion, a single red leaf resting upon the ground.” although I could have chosen many others!

  4. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    What a wonderful way to use the prompt… this is absolutely stellar, and a much needed for me in my bleak evening… I think we can paint the grey if we just try.

  5. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Wow, a stunning tribute to passion, and a thumb in the eye of dystopian world weariness. I really enjoyed this–it perked me up–made me want to write, to sing, to dance. I, like Lil, was attracted to the single rede leaf.

  6. Old Egg says:

    This is really good Sanaa. One the best poems that you have written and you have posted so many. You may prefer “shy” but your words and sentiments expressed were “unabashed”. Beautifully written.

  7. Dwight L. Roth says:

    Very nice! The repeat of the beginning at the end works very well. I liked the red leaf on the ground.
    This was a great line…I have milked optimism for all its worth, witnessed the dark
    slowly consume the world,

  8. Margaret says:

    what conjures this dying umber you know not & tell me which lines from my poetry beat inside of you?

    The painting is lovely and your words are softly “spoken” as if we are walking along the pier, sharing sentiments and thoughts…

  9. Hannah says:

    I love the idea of a “hidden trail to heaven,” and the sound play in,”satiate this ache,” your poem is so beautiful Sanaa…a prayer indeed, thank you, so much for writing!! 🙂 <3

  10. Jim says:

    I like the contrast of dark and light with the association of the color gray and sorrow. Sorrow is gray sad, politics is black bad. Perhaps separate the gray wish light but for the black (of politics) there can be no help. A fun boomerang poem, Sanaa.
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  11. Sara McNulty says:

    How stunning this poem is, Sanaa. Forces you to think, and compel you to feel. Love that image of the single red leaf resting on the ground.

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