Memoirs of a Burgeoning Poet

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Do you ever consider what it might be like?
Barefoot, hovering in spaces
between silences
which erase themselves by morningβ€”
I taste an emotion inexplicable,
swirling pink
amidst a bed of brambles and unfamiliar leaves;
the thorns
have a thing or two
to teach.

 

 

 

Photo Credits: Pink beverage by Alex Loup, Unsplash

Posted for Quadrille #108 @dVerse Poets Pub

46 Replies to “Memoirs of a Burgeoning Poet”

  1. I love the title, the direct address and question of the opening line, Sanaa, which hooked me immediately. But my favourite lines are:
    β€˜Barefoot, hovering in spaces
    between silences
    which erase themselves by morning’.
    The image you chose has me hankering after blackberry fool!

  2. This one is a knockout, powerful yet tender; inspiring. As poets we do search through the silence between lines, and I say,”Damn the thorns–full words ahead!”

    1. Absolutely! Full words ahead! Thank you so much, Glenn πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  3. Such beautiful and wonderful words here. It’s very delicate and careful like a slow stride on a lone path; it is concise, it is deliberate and I love that feeling I got here when first reading it. This is fantastic. Excellent take on the prompt.

    1. Thank you so much, Gillena πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

      MuchπŸ’πŸ“love

  4. ‘the thorns / have a thing or two to teach’ is a great concluding line. Reminds me of being stabbed twice and again by the same thorn – and thinking it wouldn’t dare strike again. Ha.

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