This is by no means the end

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The wasteland of almost maybes
calls out to me, while unrelenting mauve crocus bulbs open
knowing
I am a match waiting to be struck; outside
the sun, slowly ebbing, observes as I
walk slowly into the arms of dubiety– what little
resistance left within me crumbles, like
massive stone pillars; only
in this case it’s the vibrational energy of atoms and
molecules, logic be damned
there are times when we just know, before
it reaches a conclusion; just then
the sky shapes your face and I am
spared the moment when the mind becomes a blackened
matchstick– perhaps when we finally arrive
at the end of quarantine period it will all fit together, and I
will burn brightly, an amber-blue flame ignited
by your love.

 

 

Photo credits: Emmanuelle Brisson Photography, Pinterest

Literary device: Enjambment ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒพ

Day Twenty-nine ~ This is (almost) the end

Skylover Wordlist: Match ๐Ÿ’

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26 Replies to “This is by no means the end”

  1. Social Separation must be hard on couples in the courting stage of their relationship. You told that well, them waiting for separation to end.
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  2. perhaps when we finally arrive
    at the end of quarantine period it will all fit together

    This is so wistful, Sanaa. I feel the longing in the narrator’s tone for a time of certainty, a time to plan for a future beyond covid 19 days.

  3. I love the defiant title, Sanaa, the โ€˜wasteland of almost maybesโ€™, and โ€˜I am a match waiting to be struckโ€™, full of pent up passion, ready to ignite! My favourite lines:
    โ€˜โ€ฆjust then
    the sky shapes your face and I am
    spared the moment when the mind becomes a blackened
    matchstickโ€™.
    This poem will resonate with many lovers kept apart by the virus.

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