Untitled (a poet’s daydream)

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I gaze away at yonder in the arms of sunset,
sighing deeply as hour passes by indifferent
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like an ocean whispering to a pearly shore.

(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)

I fear not love nor pause to plunge in depths
often incense of a rose’s embedded in pages
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like a ship sailing apart from restless wind.

(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)

This city is a silhouette, mirroring the dark
as memory hushed away, sealed in the past
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like the sun creeping through pewter skies.

(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)

 

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34 thoughts on “Untitled (a poet’s daydream)

  1. Jim says:

    You did well, Sanaa, in placing the setting of your poem in the depths of the writer’s mind. The voice calling from the back of the mind was,so real, as if there physically was such a place.
    ..

  2. Kerry says:

    there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
    like a ship sailing apart from restless wind.

    I LOVE this image.. and the chance that it is all a dream.

  3. Kim M. Russell says:

    I like the echo of the refrain, doubly tentative because of the brackets, almost with your finger to your lips, Sanaa. I also love the lines:
    ‘there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
    like a ship sailing apart from restless wind’
    and.
    ‘like the sun creeping through pewter skies’.

  4. Old Egg says:

    Yes, this is a beautiful poem and I particularly liked “there’s a voice calling from back of my mind like an ocean whispering to a pearly shore”. One of my delights is to walk along a deserted beach and just let the sea talk to me.

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