The Severed Blue Curtain

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As I allowed the water to run over my hair,
my gaze fell upon the bit of sky through the severed blue curtain;
restless for a taste of purity.
Perhaps being broken is just an illusion,
though truly the ache attached strikes me as I write thisโ€”
like flowers,
like the shift in formation of clouds; are we beyond repair?
And if the light from the twilight sun shines through
the cracks of things,
could it be that we are overlooking the possibility of it being fixed?
Is it a myth?
The curtain dances with the burst of wind that enters,
either we open ourselves to new perspectives
or perceive only
what is visible to the naked eyeโ€”
I focus on the slopes brightly illuminated with almond blossoms,
my nocturnal heart
adamant to be itself no matter how hard the state of affairs stingโ€”
broken never existed to begin with.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Mauri Moskowitz, Instagram

A Skylover Wordlist: Nocturnal, almond, sting ๐Ÿ’

Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

40 Replies to “The Severed Blue Curtain”

  1. Perhaps being broken is just an illusion – hmm..perhaps then being whole is an illusion too… then we wonder, what isn’t?

    1. Indeed, perhaps it’s mind over matter! Thank you so much, Rajani ๐Ÿ˜€ so glad you liked it ๐Ÿ’„โค๏ธ

  2. A beautiful poem Are we beyond repair or are we able to be fixed?
    Big question I think we are on a continuรผm between the two. Each one in a different part of that journey. Must say looking at the world our development is pretty slow

  3. I love the image of the curtain, Sanaa, and the phrases โ€˜Perhaps being broken is just an illusionโ€™ and โ€˜The curtain dances with the burst of windโ€™. I love the way that phrase brings movement into your poem. We will fix ourselves, eventually, some quicker than others.

  4. Luv that last line for it speaks of the transcience of things and the fact that in this life there wil always be changes
    Happy Sunday Sanaa

    Much๐Ÿ’œlove

    1. Indeed, change is constant! Thank you so much, Gillena ๐Ÿ˜€ so glad you liked it ๐Ÿ’„โค๏ธ

      Much love …

  5. Hi Sanaa – Loved the contrast or the similarity of sort the sky and blue curtains – at some point in poem they seem to merge as one. So yeah, being broken, or being whole is actually an illusion – depending on the person’s POV

  6. I can remember even when a teen that someone said there will always be someone worse off than you whatever you complain about. So it is best to enjoy what you can and live and love the life you have. Life has its stings but we should learn from them but never let them beat us.

  7. โ€œrestless for a taste of purityโ€

    โ€œI focus on the slopes brightly illuminated with almond blossomsโ€

    the last line

    So beautiful.

  8. I really like this, Sanaa. Brokenness and wholeness, for that matter, is a state of mind. Some have more difficulties accepting or achieving their desired sense of being, but… there is always hope that at some point pieced together can become just a different way to be whole.

    1. I like the way you think, Magaly ๐Ÿ˜€ absolutely “there is always hope that at some point pieced together can become just a different way to be whole.” ๐Ÿ’„โค๏ธ

  9. Perhaps we’re being given tools to fix ourselves, if we but take the time to recognize them. Mayhap we need to practice the Japanese Kintsugi wherein things broken are mended with gold and become even more strong and beautiful. Nice thought anyway!

  10. A beautiful poemโฃ๏ธI, too, am concerned about which parts of our being will win out when all is said and done. Letโ€™s hope that illusions become the lesser solution. ๐Ÿ™

  11. This sounds like a sad introspection to me yet focused on a larger world.
    “like the shift in formation of clouds; are we beyond repair?”
    No, I believe we are not at the point of no return. Reconciliation is something that I hold on to.
    Sad or joyous, keep the words flowing, Sanaa.

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