Storm Rising

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I didn’t notice it at first;
waves of sensuality that continued to trickle,
to wash upon meβ€”
I cannot speak the words,
nor can I hope to describe the storm rising;
his eyes speak in sonnets,
roguishly blue-greenβ€”
anchor to world I breathe in.

 

 

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Posted for Quadrille #107 – Blue Monday @dVerse Poets Pub

Also Posted on Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

74 Replies to “Storm Rising”

    1. Thank you so much, Dwight πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

      PS: Perhaps the comment section there is closed..

  1. You are truly a romantic! I find myself exhaling a big sigh at the end of every poem of yours that I read! πŸ™‚ “His eyes speak in sonnets” — oh how I LOVE that! πŸ™‚ Reminds of of young Will in that wonderful movie about Shakespeare that Gwyneth Poltrow dresses as a boy to be in one of his plays. Sigh.

    1. Oh I loved that movie! Thank you so much, Lillian πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  2. When you been in love it is never hard to write about all the feelings of love, particularly how it has affected yourself. It is always a delight to read your romantic poetry Sanaa.

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