Untitled (nothing more can mend)

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And so, the day came
as words pierced through like glass
I stood and watched as time went by
unfurled as petals of desiccated rose

Our heart is a fickle fiend
its answers buried in the eyes that weep
a pool of regrets can never mend
what once was woe shall have a peaceful end

Forgiveness is the aroma that
roses spread long after a hand has crushed it
when we strive to choose love over hatred
yesterday stumbles and tomorrow begins

 

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62 thoughts on “Untitled (nothing more can mend)

  1. Susan says:

    Such beauty! “Forgiveness is the aroma . . . ”
    To think of this arising even from ruin–aroma as the gold that mends is sublime.

  2. marja says:

    Beautiful I especially love ” Forgiveness is the aroma that
    roses spread” How true and important
    and ” yesterday stumbles and tomorrow begins” Very strong we are offered a new day each day

  3. Sumana Roy says:

    ‘Tomorrow’ to me is the Kintsugi artist, reconstructing a broken yesterday. An absolute beauty this poem is, Sanaa. My favorite parts: ‘what once was woe shall have a peaceful end
    ‘Forgiveness is the aroma’, & the closing lines. Thank you πŸ™‚

    • Sanaa says:

      Awwww gosh!❀️ Thank you so much, Sumana πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it!❀️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

  4. panchali says:

    ” Forgiveness is the aroma that
    roses spread long after a hand has crushed it
    when we strive to choose love over hatred
    yesterday stumbles and tomorrow begins”— You described the feeling so well, Ah, yes! This is just to say that there is a LIGHT at the end of a long dark tunnel, So, choose love over hatred! Very well said….Sanaa! Gorgeous write…..

  5. Xenia says:

    A beautiful flowing write Sanaa, I especially love the last two lines ‘when we strive to choose love over hatred yesterday stumbles and tomorrow begins’ xxx

  6. Just Barry says:

    Forgiveness is the aroma that
    roses spread long after a hand has crushed it
    when we strive to choose love over hatred
    yesterday stumbles and tomorrow begins

    This is brilliant and moving. That last stanza may be the most evocative I’ve seen in a long time. The first two lines of that last stanza should be analyzed and taught.

  7. Sean Michael says:

    Nice–what is it about love and rose metaphors that works so well? I recently wrote a poem called “Gentle Rains” about how my soul is just a thorny patch of land, but her love and patience helps me bloom.

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