November 3rd, on the eve of his execution

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I count
droplets as white noise
hammers
upon my nerves,
a breath alone
measures false sense of security
and emptiness
of a desecrated black sky.
Perhaps
hope is hiding
where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.
Delirium
as though an elixir promising youth
is a dark dance
of an insatiable body, soul, heart
and mind.

 

Photo credits: Bizarre pictures show 19th century

Posted for ‘Camera Flash 55’ @ Real Toads 

also on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

 

52 thoughts on “November 3rd, on the eve of his execution

  1. Kerry says:

    Woohoo! This is fabulous, Sanaa! Your title just blew me away for a start and the content of the poem itself is so finely-tuned to the moment. Brilliant.

    Thank you!

  2. Mary says:

    Oh, this is chilling, Sanaa. I like the idea of hope hiding where the eye can’t reach. I am sure it must be out there somewhere!

  3. Helen Patrice says:

    Those lines of hope hiding where the naked eye can’t reach just kill me. Brilliant poem, with amazing solid imagery.

  4. Shawna says:

    Before taking the poem into consideration as a whole, I have to say, I love the first line on its own. You DO count. I just want to sit with that truth for a minute, letting that message be everything.

    Also, in the title, I very much enjoy imagining Eve to be a name.

    This whole piece is powerful, creepy, and haunting. It could be interpreted in so many ways, which I love. Revenge. Fear. Truly a man about to be executed. Ex-ecuted. As in, broken up with.

    The part about staying young makes me think of the blood queen, or whatever she’s called — the one who killed people for their blood, rubbing it on her skin believing it kept her looking young. The man about to be executed could be “donating” his blood to the cause.

  5. Old Egg says:

    “An elixir promising youth” Please let me know where I can buy some Sanaa! However back to your words. I love the depth of this poem in the narrators search for that elixir. Perhaps we all should be like that never giving up on our goals.

  6. Kim M. Russell says:

    The title whetted my appetite and your poem satisfied it, Sanaa! You’ve created a tense feeling with the opening lines, with white noise hammering nerves, and I love the idea of hope hiding where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.

  7. gillena says:

    Nice write Sanaa. My favourite lines
    “hope is hiding
    where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.”
    Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    Much🎶🖤🎶love

  8. Laura Bloomsbury says:

    the whole poem focuses the mind on the final moments – so well contrived and conceived and quite a change from your usual motifs but so well executed!!!
    p.s. maybe the toothache has honed the nerve tingling sensations of this poem – hope it gets better soon – nothing like teeth for agony

    • Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

      PS: The toothache began Sunday morning.. hopefully it will subside soon.

  9. Alyssa says:

    “Delirium 
    as though an elixir promising youth 
    is a dark dance 
    of an insatiable body, soul, heart 
    and mind”…

    Gorgeously worded, Sanaa! 💙

  10. Jane Seymour says:

    This is dark and chilling! The image of the desecrated black sky reminds me of a quote by Burroughs and it goes like this: ‘Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.’

    • Sanaa says:

      Absolutely! 😉 And since we were required to write inspired by the picture there was nowhere to go but dark! Thanks for stopping by, Michael ❤️

  11. Barry Dawson says:

    The title filled me with a foreboding dread, and the content expanded upon it. I felt like I was in the gallows awaiting my last walk.

    “Perhaps
    hope is hiding
    where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.”

    One can only hope. Exceptional work.

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