Haunted by a deepening gloom the heart aches,
Brooding the birth and death of an austere sun.
And of earth’s perpetual truth that yearly wakes.
Painting the lily black I stare into adulterate eyes,
Mourn as all around the foliage withers and dies.
Bearing weight of disdain, unremembered skies.
Then hate me, as sprawling roots below the dirt
For I am the emptiness that resides in your cup.
Tell me can you sense the pain beyond the hurt?
Painting the lily black, with thoughts of the past
I chased solace, raged and cried out to the night
Wonder, who gives answers to questions asked?
Overhead, the moon rose upon nebulous lakes
Haunted by a deepening gloom the heart aches.
Photo credits: HD Wallpapers
Form: Terza Rima Sonnet
Posted for ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads
and posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
& Posted on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses
__ Truth; we all have our desire to float above any darkness, that we may invent. “Sunny,” deeply seen and well felt in your sonnet! _m
blackness blooms
within the third rhyme
lighter ink
Thank you so much, Magyar ☺️ so glad you liked it ❤️
Great and almost right on point to the form! How brave and ambitious of you Sanaa – but more to the point – wow! This IS really wonderful. The content – the subject/topic you’ve chosen works so well within the form, and yet, even without the form – this reads so beautifully. It’s elegant and graceful – and speaks with emotion. And those closing lines are just sumptuous! Wow – this is impressive. 🙂
Sanaa: I forgot to mention that I’ve been fussing with this in my head, on paper, etc. and it really is so foreign to me, that nothing suits or is satisfying, so you pulling all together, really is brilliant 🌠
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Amazing concepts and images; a powerful statement couched in beautiful language – as we have come to expect from you. (Yet each time you make it new.)
Awww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
Painting the lily black…
Such a beautiful phrase, it is almost a poem in itself.
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
I love the mood in this.. the pain and the end in reflection of moon…
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I agree with Bjorn about the mood, Sanaa, and love the ‘oo’ sounds in the opening lines..But my favourite lines have to be:
‘Painting the lily black I stare into adulterate eyes,
Mourn as all around the foliage withers and dies’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Your writing here Sanaa is suitably emotional for the affair that has been going on, where knowing that wrongs have been done committed there are still the defiant words “Hate me” probably knowing that they would do it again. On the other hand I may be reading too much into it but tried to put myself in the picture! Well knowing my writing you will guess that I loved it!
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Yes, where are those answers to the questions we ask? Sometimes, it seems, they are in short supply.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
Where do I start? This is one of your best– “emptiness that resides in your cup” — whew. So many amazing phrases in this amazing poem!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Oh… Love this, Sanaa. The title is amazing and wow, “I am the emptiness that resides in your cup.” What a simple and profound expression.
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Marian 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Oh such a deep emotional ache is wrought in your words and images….love the line, ‘painting the lily black’….it does feel like that when a love is lost and betrayed.
Thank you so much, Donna ☺️ so glad you liked it ❤️
Beautiful and deeply aching.
Thank you so much, Rob ☺️ so good to see you ❤️
Oh, this is beautiful, Sanaa……i especially am moved by your closing couplet.
Thank you so much, Sherry ☺️ so glad you liked it ❤️
A throbbing , raging pain expressed so well here. This format suits your style so much!
Thank you so much, Vivian ☺️ so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
To paint a lily black would be criminal were it not also so lavishly true, in the eye of the heart. Well crafted, Sanaa, and the closing couplet is die for, which the afflicted speaker does.
Thank you so much, Brendan ☺️ so glad you liked it ❤️
To paint the lily black, the heart does mourn – where are the answers one really does want to know. Beautifully executed poem.
Thank you so much, Truedessa ☺️ so glad you liked it ❤️
I am the emptiness that resides in your cup really got me. It’s easier to paint the lily black than to paint a black one white.
Definitely ☺️ thanks for stopping by, Colleen ❤️
A Sonnet!! Great work.
ZQ
Thank you so much, ZQ ☺️ so good to see you ❤️
“And of earth’s perpetual truth that yearly wakes”
In such a haunting poem the above line is a pearl
Thanks for dropping by my blog today Sanaa
Much💚love
Thank you so much, Gillena ☺️ so glad you liked it ❤️
You have mastered this form–beautiful write!
Thank you so much, Audrey ☺️ so good to see you ❤️
“For I am the emptiness that resides in your cup.
Tell me can you sense the pain beyond the hurt?”
There is pain beyond the first felt hurt. You have really captured it.
Thank you so much, Debi ☺️ so glad you liked it ❤️
As awesome job with this challenging form.
‘Painting the lily black, with thoughts of the past
I chased solace, raged and cried out to the night’
Incredible words … indelible lines
Thank you so much, Wendy ☺️ so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I can’t help but think of the flip side – when love was a white lily and the sun and his eyes were a joy… the pain is palpable here … everything a heartbreak poem should be!
Thank you so much, Margaret ☺️ so good to see you ❤️
Emotions control in times of sadness. I’m glad your writer has poetry to allow her to blow off some steam. She must be close to nature, know the lilies. I believe she is blackened with them, poor soul.
This was easy reading but hard to take. I wanted to reach out with some help.
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Just lovely, and good use of the form, too.
Thank you so much, Sue ☺️ so glad you liked it ❤️
Yes, “painting the lily black” is a powerful statement. It makes me think , even lilies mourn when life is more questions than answer. Beautiful
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
‘Painting the lily black I stare into adulterate eyes,
Mourn as all around the foliage withers and dies’.
These are my favourite lines for although passion has thrown the persona in the depths of this affair there is the humanity of knowing pain not only of the players but those caught on the side lines.
This is a really cleverly crafted poem. Thank you for sharing at Monday WRites today Sanaa.
much love…
My pleasure, Gillena ❤️
Much love…