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.
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.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Striking imagery; and that concept of “woe as a perpetual visitor” is haunting.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I can relate so well to your poem. I have wandered on, new to me, city streets, feeling displaced.
“I was certain that I’d never be here for nothing” brings back memories. Lovely poem 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Sangria shadows… love that thought , though I see it much more like a place in the sun.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
There’s a lot of simple honesty in this piece and that makes it one of your strongest.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the sangria shadows and the sky shattering dreams….wonderful.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
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
Thank you so much, Pat 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Happy April/NaPoWriMo to you too 🙂
I have found sorrow in the most beautiful things…things that cannot be shared.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Annell ❤️
Sigh …. If memories were flowers I would plant
them everyday.
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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…
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
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’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Oh sigh….I love the sangria shadows.
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“The city is veiled with sangria shadows and concrete flesh” Oh I love this!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Poignant and wistful…evocative and charming…one of my favourites of yours Sanaa
Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Lovely !
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