If the sun is in redbud leaves
and feeling mounts
the tapered stairway to the heart
then it must be October.
I, like silence that hovers between the eye
and cloud
struggle to make meaning;
must we adhere to unfed hope
when anguish in all its glory
succeeds to write a new chapter?
How is it that misgiving
becomes reason behind sleepless nights?
I sought to let go of pain
believing it to be wisp of white dandelion,
could the impossible ensue
so as to rule out others from its appalling taste?
Autumn, sepia toned
brings fresh sentiments to the mind,
as arms of trees extend
awaiting the promise of her dance;
perhaps life isn’t about desisting bruises
as one slowly treads along its path
but rather staring at the face of woe with a smile.
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Posted for ‘the Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United
Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub
I love the October colours, Sanaa, and the ‘silence that hovers between the eye and cloud’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I love that tapered stairway to the heart….and the trees awaiting the promise of autumn’s dance. So lovely.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This is so beautiful, Sanaa. I loved this bit: “I, like silence that hovers between the eye/and cloud/struggle to make meaning”.
I had such a good reading experience traversing through your reflections and introspections — pain is something that we can let go only in an arbitrary sense, perhaps no one can forego its “appalling taste”. The closing realization made me “smile”. 🙂 <3
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
You have captured the heart of October in your poem! I love “awaiting the promise of her dance.”
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Your opening stanza is so elegant. I could sense the welcome of October as she climbs the staircase
Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today Sanaa
Much💛❤💛love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Much💛❤️💛love
I think every season has it’s own beauty… and in the end it might be to look at scars and bruises saying:
“This was a road well taken”
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️
There is power in that final smile, in that bright understanding, in knowing that life is what we make it… And yes, in change, too… because I can never think of Autumn without thinking “change” and rebirth…
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sad, I think, to need to wait through the passionate colors of autumn to find “Autumn, sepia toned” and a new perspective. I think winter allows that, though, allows a restfulness to ease the passions and disappointments of the heart and let the blessings rise.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Susan ❤️
There is so much wisdom in those last three lines
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so good to see you ❤️
From the grace of the opening paragraphs to the acceptance of the dance toward the end, this was a lovely write.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Beautiful, Your first stanza was creative excellence.
ZQ
Thank you so much, ZQ 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This is an autumn treasure – a delight to read in the season of sun ‘in redbud leaves’ … and – as always – a brilliant close.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
How beautifully you wrote this Sanaa. The only thing that perplexed me was the last line “but rather staring at face of woe with a smile” until I remembered a smile was a comfort for children telling them all was OK.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
then it must be October… the opening verse draws the reader in.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Beautiful images and fascinating reflections. I particularly love ‘the tapered stairway to the heart’.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
exquisite poem, Sanaa!
such a delight to read. 🙂
Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I loved the colors in this and the tapered stairway to the heart. Beautiful!
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
My favorite line:
the tapered stairway to the heart
then it must be October.
Everything about this poem is fantastic and filled with colors of poetry inspiration. 🙂
Thank you so much, Charlie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
this has to be an all time favourite Sanaa – love the unanswered questionings and these lines
“to let go of pain
believing it to be wisp of white dandelion,”
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Laura 😍 so glad you liked it! ❤️
This has become even better with the second reading — I love this flow of “fresh sentiments” resulting in this thoughtful reverie, with a perfect closing.
Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 for visiting my poem for the second time ❤️
This one sings and zings, combining your emotions with the inexorable change of the season. I like your take on the trees opening their arms to Fall. There is something almost hedonistic about the partied frenzy with which the chameleon leaves furiously dance with the wind until they are exhausted and drop to the ground.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
” rather staring at face of woe with a smile” like this line…to stare at woe with a smile such a nice thought. Your autumn imagery is lovely.
Thank you so much, Dorianna 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Nice description of October in that first stanza.
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
May autumn be a fresh new start for you Sanaa. Write a new chapter. Have a good weeknend.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so good to see you ❤️
How the seasons are so intimately tied with emotion. I felt this stir inside of me. Loved the” silence that hovers between the eye and the cloud”
Thank you so much V.J 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Awaiting the promise of dance…..these words relating to trees’ branches is sublime, as is the entire write
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so good to see you ❤️
You bring an interesting perspective. It is very easy to get bogged down in our bruises instead of living in the hope that things will be better.
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What a poignant poem! And I love your conclusion, that life is about “staring at face of woe with a smile.”
Thank you so much, Abigail 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Beautiful!
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October mirrors life…with it’s smiles and bruises. A perceptive write, Sanaa
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so good to see you ❤️
perhaps life isn’t about desisting bruises
as one slowly treads along its path
but rather staring at face of woe with a smile.
Brilliantly described of Autumn happenings Sanaa and a great closing!
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
i love every word you crafted this piece of delightful poetry Sanaa! the words flowed and soothed and also stirred the heart, “tapered stairway to the heart” was divine!
Thank you so much, Gina 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️