Salt-Water Poems ~ Part one: Wanting and Wishing

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The whiskey dark water conjures
memories of you,
suffusing the skin with the softest of blushesβ€”
distance stretches adamant and yet
sometimes it feels like we are close enough
to breathe in deeply,
like the sharp, brackish aroma of air present all around,

I take it you already know
we tend to look into things which are better off unseen,
the sweet poison of a lie’s flavour is pungent
it’s the coldest of blues
that makes us question everything we have ever known.

A handful of earth, dew on a wild rose
and gospel
is every bit ecstasy and is every bit undeniable;
I am gloriously indulgent when left

to my own devices,
my body with its curves swirls
and caves in to the boundless depths of the sea.
A Poet lives two lives,
one on the outside and one in the mind,
look into the eyes
and see an abyss, if you look long enough
you could sink into it;
take the time and read the words,
similar to the waves that send chorus of voices.

I blow kisses to the sea and offer a silent prayer,
hear its melancholy sound,
you have a beautiful way of making me harden
and melt at the same time;
perhaps I have turned wanting into an art form,

my ribcage like a conch shell where you can hear
a thousand songsβ€”
I want them to throb; I want them to throb.

 

Photo credits: BIRDS IV ON CANVAS, Anna Sidi Yacoub, Pinterest

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34 Replies to “Salt-Water Poems ~ Part one: Wanting and Wishing”

  1. The image of β€œwhiskey dark water” took my mind to terrible places. The moment I read those words, the thought of rivers darkened by the blood of war coated all what followed. The horror of such a setting might not be particularly conducive to romance, but a relationship that survives that would probably survive anything.

  2. β€œPerhaps I have turned wanting into an art form, my ribcage like a conch shell where you can hear a thousand songs,”

    I have read almost all of your poems but I am pretty sure this is different and unique amongst them all! In my opinion it’s not based on imagination rather it’s based on reality; the way you have written and described the feelings is marvelous.

  3. The poem as a whole is stunning and is reminiscent of undying love. It speaks of the persona’s inner strength and experience regarding life, what is yet to come as well as what has transpired.

  4. This hits me the most:
    “A Poet lives two lives,
    one on the outside and one in the mind,
    look into the eyes
    and see an abyss, if you look long enough
    you could sink into it;
    take the time and read the words,
    similar to the waves that send chorus of voices.”
    It always starts in the eyes – they see and can be seen. You have a way of writing so that others see themselves in the words. Well done, Sanaa.

  5. The title gave me a taster of the poem and I was already in love with it, Sanaa! Somewhat different from your usual style, it is as passionate as every other poem you’ve written. The sibilance is gorgeous in the phrase β€˜suffusing the skin with the softest of blushes’, conveying the sounds of the sea. These lines made me sit up:
    β€˜:’the sweet poison of a lie’s flavour is pungent
    it’s the coldest of blues
    that makes us question everything we have ever known.’
    and
    β€˜my ribcage like a conch shell where you can hear
    a thousand songsβ€”
    I want them to throb; I want them to throb’,
    The repetition sounds like the throbbing of the sea’.

  6. If only us humans loved the Earth as much as we loved money but sadly we are for the most part blind and and we that care must keep screaming our protests as we care for the Earth as much we care for our children. Beautfully written as usual Sanaa.

  7. I love the thought, waves washing over the body. I generally cannot visualize but I could see this one, both as a voyeur but more so having the waves washing over MY bod. Sans clothes would feel the best. Midnight swims of my olden days?
    Thank you for this nice prompt. BTW, we are a 45 minute drive from the warm water beach at Galveston (Texas).
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  8. “look into the eyes
    and see an abyss, if you look long enough
    you could sink into it”

    O, dear poet! I sank into this poem with its sea-full chorus
    and I throb. So may it be.

  9. Stunning. Simply stunning.

    “A Poet lives two lives,
    one on the outside and one in the mind,
    look into the eyes
    and see an abyss, if you look long enough
    you could sink into it;
    take the time and read the words,
    similar to the waves that send chorus of voices.”

    You are quite gifted with words and visuals. I always feel when I read you… and I always want to feel when I read you.

    1. My goodness that artwork is stunning, Ella!!πŸ’„β€ I can see why the poem reminded you of it πŸ˜€ thank you so much for sharing, so glad you enjoyed it. πŸ’„β€

  10. I love the idea of ‘salt-water poems”
    Such a beautiful Part 1. I look forward to what will come next.
    A Poet lives two lives,
    one on the outside and one in the mind…
    This really resonates!

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