Morning sun caressed
my skin flooding a hazy
mind with memories of
you, your hunger with
longing infinite. I wake
up, start dressing slowly.Resting on the tip of
my tongue is your name
waiting to be let out, to
be known, to be blamed.
I listen outside to the
assurance of the wind.A wistful rose blooms
near the edge of a forest,
its petals unfurl as the sky
brings omen. When sun
goes down, I unravel
youthful lesson.Night’s emblem of loneness,
that burns every inch of my
soul. Yet somehow you arrive
with words that touch, kiss
and send into oblivion.
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Form: Twitter Poetry
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
What a lovely poem. I sense deep longing and need. 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
It;’s al beautiful …and the closing lines sent me, not into oblivion but shivers of delight.
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(no worries typos are fine)
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your name
waiting to be let out, to
be known, to be blamed…. love that!!!
And love Dali as well!
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I like the way that each part of the poem can stand alone, yet also forms a part of a greater whole. Fine writing.
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Great title. I like the image of the rose.
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I was also impressed by the fact each part of the poem could stand on it’s own… well done
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I too liked the way each poem could stand alone in its own right yet also by how beautifully they blended.
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“Resting on the tip of
my tongue is your name
waiting to be let out, to
be known, to be blamed.”
The contradictory nature of the first four lines of the second stanza work well to show us the mess relationships can be. The speaker says the name is resting, then is challenged by the lines that follow (it’s hard to imagine someone or something at rest, while it waits to be uncaged, to be seen, to be labeled culprit… There is so much anxiety in there. Love can be like that, a battle of images and feelings that only make sense to the one feeling them.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Magaly ❤️
Utterly lovely Sanaa. I especially love the last stanza!!
Thank you so much, Carrie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your poem reawakens memories for me. I never thought I would ever say this but I am so pleased I’m not in love with anyone.
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The magic of love, Sanaa. Secrets of love are nice too. You told it well, Sanaa.
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Longing, you’ve expressed it so well. Memories can leave us warm or frost bitten.
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to be blamed – puts a whole new spin on this poem! Nice.
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The beginning of Your poem is like a long, languorous stretch, Sanaa. It strolls down my computer screen, sunny and warm. I like the way the tone turns on the phrase ‘to be blamed’, to introduce a note of doubt, and I feel he relief in the final stanza:
‘Yet somehow you arrive
with words that touch, kiss
and send into oblivion’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️