The day and all its sweet remembrance is gone

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October morning
is wistful and reticent as feeling
one after the other threads
through fire and frost, 
and dialogue takes several turns 
from passionate
to apathetic in a span of few minutes.

Careful
would you have entered 
into heated discussion
could you foresee 
how fragile and unassuming my heart?
There is silence
as starling grieves 
should you doubt my intentions 
the alchemy of desire near hour
of twilight.

I find this aspect 
to be somewhat exhausting 
when you think of me as a stranger
though I am familiar with your mind,
your body and soul,
it’s not in my nature to despair 
your memory
a pond edged with swirling leaves. 

Love is fallacious
a prayer unheard that circles the rumbling sky
and though I am certain
your chaos
is a threat to my calm
and ordinary life, 

I cannot hope to unlearn your existence.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Word List: twilight, frost, aspect, october.

Posted for Get Listed: October Edition @ Real Toads

also Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub

50 thoughts on “The day and all its sweet remembrance is gone

  1. HA says:

    Oh! The fallacy of love creates this scenario of hurt and bewilderment and you define and describe it with a certain pathos and tenderness. I love how your poems look at the relationships from up close — there is strength in this recognition with such clarity.
    I loved this bit in particular: “it’s not in my nature to despair /your memory/a pond edged with swirling leaves.” <3

  2. Frank J. Tassone says:

    Lovely, Sanaa. You personalize October so wonderfully in the first stanza alone:

    October morning
    is wistful and reticent as feeling
    one after the other threads
    through fire and frost,
    and dialogue takes several turns
    from passionate
    to apathetic in a span of few minutes.

    Beautiful!

  3. Amaya says:

    “from passionate
    to apathetic in a span of few minutes.”
    These lines set the ominous mood so well, Sanaa. There is a sense of vague unease in them, as if nothing or no one can be trusted, and all is rapidly ephemeral. I also like the artwork. It seems I usually like the art you choose to accompany your pieces:)

  4. Kim M. Russell says:

    Beautifully done, Sanaa! You’ve captured the wistfulness of an October morning and the fragility of relationships.. I particularly love ‘the alchemy of desire near hour / of twilight’ and ‘your memory /
    a pond edged with swirling leaves’.

  5. kaykuala h says:

    your chaos is a threat to my calm
    and ordinary life,
    I cannot hope to unlearn your existence.

    How very sad when it does not run that smooth. Perhaps love is meant to be with all the ups and downs to make it more interesting.

    Hank

  6. Jim says:

    “Love is fallacious a prayer unheard that circles the rumbling sky.” Is a correct description. Sanaa. Hopefully though, it will turn into a close liflong friendship that we also call love.
    ..

  7. Lona Gynt says:

    Such a tender poem for me now. Memory is a knife of disruption pricking the hurt of loss and change. Ironic and powerful title in that the final turn shows that remembrance can not be unlearned in something that counts as love, but hurts in the loss to ever again be tasted sweet. Or perhaps the final turn shows the imprisonment of desire and obsession, she knows she cannot be free. So many personal layered ways to read this, but for me it is sharply tender just now. Thanks a lot 💜

  8. Ellen Seyers says:

    ‘There is silence
    as starling grieves 
    should you doubt my intentions 
    the alchemy of desire near hour
    of twilight.’

    My goodness this is intense!

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