Red, these unslumbering clouds know not difference;
they indulge in the fragrance,
in the very winds that whisper in alluring accents,
I can barely express–
the oddity of roses,
they pout and pose in the innermost workings of my mind
where you reside,
are you ready for the change of seasons?
Such poetry in the contour of your cheeks,
in the duskiest glow
of autumnal leaves swirling; I could memorize every inch of you
and still yearn to know more,
it’s as though your initials are engraved on soft
and supple skin.
I sense you in the waxing crescent of the moon,
feel you
belong in the direction of my words;
tell me, is there anything sweeter?
The roses surrounded by solitude and song speak of you
as much as I do,
sometimes we just know without knowing why and how.
Photo credits: The Art of Catrin Welz-Stein
Lillian hosts at dVerse today and invites to indulge
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Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub
I can barely express–
the oddity of roses,
I really love the surprising turn in these lines… sometimes it’s not what you see at first but what it might mean that makes the difference.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Ah Sanaa…..somehow I knew you would choose this image! It is perfect for the romantic in you…..as your words portray. Simply a beautiful response to the art work!
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
Are these roses beautiful? I admire how you put a twist on their oddity. Perhaps this relates more to the admirer’s thoughts, rather than the roses itself. There is a plea for unity and understanding in the end.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love the title and the direction in which it took you, Sanaa! I I can imagine the roses pouting and posing. My favourite lines:
‘Such poetry in the contour of your cheeks,
in the duskiest glow
of autumnal leaves swirling; I could memorize every inch of you
and still yearn to know more’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
What a lovely romantic journey it is to read your poem. Bravo!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
You’ve captured the emotional intensity of the artwork so well, Sanaa. Nicely done!
Yes, the oddity of roses. Great phrase, that throws the whole poem into a slightly different space.
Another romantic journey indeed. You share Romanticism with the artist, for most of her art is moist and mantled in it. Kim mentioned my favorite line.
Spellbinding, Sanaa. I like the way you play with the roses and I LOVE your closing line.
A true ode to love! Very well done Saana. I really liked these lines…
they pout and pose in the innermost workings of my mind
where you reside
This was wonderful Sanaa, so ethereal and ecstatically romantic — I loved it… especially this line:
“Such poetry in the contour of your cheeks,”
Beautiful, Sanaa – it seems that the painter’s muse inspired your poetic muse here!
This is beautiful, and also in such unique and surprising ways!
These lines (among others) caught my eyes:
“I can barely express–
the oddity of roses,
they pout and pose in the innermost workings of my mind. . .”
Lovely thoughts of love…with its oddities 😉 Your words are as captivating as the painting, Sanaa!
She does seem to be of the moon. (K)
I really like how you almost personify the roses as a comparison to the person “writing” the poem.
So subtle, beautiful…such a romantic expression…great write Sanaa!
“They pout and pose” – brilliantly complements the graphic art. Lovely.
A romance for the ages, as only you can write it!