Since Flower, Nor Stone, Nor Depths of the Raging Sea

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I have died and come to life a thousand times,
the unprecedented sighs of June stand as witnessβ€”
why was the world made this way?
Do colors have no choice but to fade at the end of the year?
You blow soft, the words that stir me from oblivion,
I knew not I was at war with myself;
dawn is beautiful,
eroding
uninvited thoughts in return that haunt me
at the end of day.
Let the rain fall,
let the rain fall down and wash away doubt;

sometimes it takes a stranger to reintroduce you to yourselfβ€”
I don’t possess the poetry to describe you perfectly on the page.

 

 

Photo credits: John William Waterhouse Painting, Pinterest

Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

30 Replies to “Since Flower, Nor Stone, Nor Depths of the Raging Sea”

  1. How lovely! From the plaintive, ‘Do colors have no choice but to fade at the end of the year?’ to the positive, ‘let the rain fall down and wash away doubt’, and finally that last line which seems both reassured and open to new possibilities.

  2. I don’t possess the poetry to describe you perfectly on the page. – now that’s a line I wish I had written Sanaa. Wonderful.

  3. Beautiful lines in this poem, Sanaa! I love:
    β€˜Do colors have no choice but to fade at the end of the year?’
    and
    β€˜I don’t possess the poetry to describe you perfectly on the page.’

  4. I do love the way you write Sanaa. Words are powerful but so are the looks in their, and fingers that entwine, and then there is the silence of contentment .

  5. I’m quite taken by the depth and wisdom of this line, “sometimes it takes a stranger to reintroduce you to yourself”. The thought also leaves me wondering how much one would have to expose in order to allow another that kind of access to us. Also, the person who deserves this kind of trust would be a joy to meet and know.

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