Untitled (no roots)

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I held myself together, in the rain washed
glimpse of spring with woe as a perpetual
visitor.

The city is veiled with sangria shadows
and concrete flesh, where I did my best
to be unchanging. I was certain that I’d
never be here for nothing.

If memories were flowers I would plant
them everyday, await thoughts which I
know would carry me swiftly towards
yesterday.

Because I cherish my roots though home
feels like a vague reality and now the sky
is determined to shatter dream with ease,
knowing woe’s a perpetual visitor that
sticks around every spring.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Rommy invites us to contemplate ‘No Roots’ by Alice Merton.

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

30 thoughts on “Untitled (no roots)

  1. Kerry says:

    The city is veiled with sangria shadows
    and concrete flesh, where I did my best
    to be unchanging. ..

    Fabulous lines, Sanaa. I get the sense of finding a place, even when displaced. i guess that is how we adapt to circumstances.

  2. Ellecee says:

    I can relate so well to your poem. I have wandered on, new to me, city streets, feeling displaced.
    β€œI was certain that I’d never be here for nothing” brings back memories. Lovely poem πŸ™‚

  3. Pat says:

    with woe as a perpetual
    visitor.

    The city is veiled with sangria shadows
    and concrete flesh

    – oh how this sets a clear scene with such rich imagery – great way to start off and lead us through the sense of being rootless – it feels that way, so often, in the spring, or transitional seasons –
    lovely Sanaa – Happy 30/30 Glo-NaPoWriMo

  4. Magaly Guerrero says:

    The longing in this piece tugs at heart and bone. The spring and garden and growing things imagery make the poem very rich. And the wishes and nostalgia (that seem almost unreachable) make it all very sad…

  5. Kim M. Russell says:

    You’ve evoked April showers beautifully, Sanaa! I love ‘the rain washed glimpse of spring’ ; ‘the city is veiled with sangria shadows / and concrete flesh’; and the gorgeous lines:.’
    If memories were flowers I would plant
    them everyday, await thoughts which I
    know would carry me swiftly towards
    yesterday’.

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