Soliloquy – In light of a single lamp

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Understand that this is a dream
of which the heart knows nothing of,
a corner
where roses a shade of currant red hung
while mournful
these eyes of mine observe what stings
in place of dust,
swirling and lining the atmosphere though never losing hope
that serenity will prevail,
now that vision has cleared and I catch a glimpse
of your smiling face,
soft,
stealing the breath of April,
the sigh that escapes your lips is slow,
almost brooding
yet you look me straight in the eye as though sunshine
the sort that glows
behind patches of grey on a cloudy morning,
tell me,
were you a dove painted black
would you think me shallow enough to cast you aside?
Would you believe yourself unworthy of love?
Tell me, would you be able to see
despite varying circumstances my decision is still the same,
like words
these winds do stir the broken pieces,
reminds that time is akin to a double-edged sword,
if yesteryear was cherry
then present day is cream but first understand that this is a dream.

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

36 thoughts on “Soliloquy – In light of a single lamp

  1. Old Egg says:

    Whata beautiful monologue this is Sanaa. Isn’t it strange when we experience a dream like this how we don’t wan to leave it as we are caught in it’s spell and are saddened when we wake to find we cannot retrun there.

  2. Kerry says:

    tell me,
    were you a dove painted black
    would you think me shallow enough to cast you aside?

    Such a poignant question. I love the play of colour throughout your piece.

  3. Jim says:

    This one was fun to read, Sanaa. It did require me to back up once in a while (really quite often). My favorite here was parts of two lines, “the sigh that escapes your lips is slow, almost brooding …” Then the questioning near the end was perfectly placed.
    ..

  4. Kim M. Russell says:

    I love the lines:
    ‘stealing the breath of April,
    the sigh that escapes your lips is slow’
    and
    ‘these winds do stir the broken pieces,
    reminds that time is akin to a double-edged sword,
    if yesteryear was cherry
    then present day is cream but first understand that this is a dream’.

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