Untitled (of love and buried thoughts)

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I gaze upon calm and insouciant blue
that seems to embrace a crimson lake,
urging my heart not tremble at sound
for fear oh breath may dream dismiss.

Have you ever wondered what it’s like
to be me steeped in shades of autumn,
care to advise as to why my heart into
your web of lies descends.

Love, if I could persuade day and night
would impede hours so as to make you
stay, can’t bear to waste sweet moment
knowing our world is soon to end.

Have you ever wondered what it’s like
to be me baffled by your changing face,
care to advise as to why my soul defies
in order to make amends.

Love, if I could shuffle light and dark
would empower hope lest you should
stray, can’t bear oh thought of waking
to a world where sorrow cannot name 
its friend.

I gaze upon calm and insouciant blue
that seems to embrace a crimson lake,
urging my heart not tremble at sound
for fear oh breath may dream dismiss.

 

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Posted for ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads

& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub

48 thoughts on “Untitled (of love and buried thoughts)

  1. kaykuala h says:

    care to advise as to why my soul defies
    in order to make amends

    Love can cause confusing trends in the mind that defy any sane explanation. Rightly so Sanaa. It makes it more interesting, though!

    Hank

  2. Old Egg says:

    Even if love doesn’t hurt us it certainly troubles us at times as that yearning takes control and fear of a rebuff seems possible. There is so much yearning in this poem Sanaa.

  3. Kerry says:

    The third stanza particularly caught my breath. The narrative voice is quite remarkable, loving, yet strong.

    can’t bear oh thought of waking
    to a world where sorrow cannot name
    its friend.

    Amen.

  4. Julian says:

    So many times (unluckily) love may decend into a web of lies……..
    Love, if I could shuffle light and dark
    would empower hope lest you should
    stray, can’t bear oh thought of waking
    to a world where sorrow cannot name
    its friend………………………………The use of repeating the first stanza to finish with…….Love it

  5. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Love lost, love gone bad like blackened bananas, like milk left out too long–yet your poem has elegance, sweetness & sorrow in equal measures. Yup, love is a dance, and a journey, and both a panacea & pariah.

  6. Amaya says:

    “where sorrow cannot name its friend” is such a compelling line, Sanaa. And the repetition worked well here, as if you’re going back to that dreamy place in order to capture it forever.

  7. Kim M. Russell says:

    Did I miss this the first time around? I think it might have been when I was off-line. I love the colours, the ‘insouciant blue’ and the ‘crimson lake’, which have got me longing for autumn, my favourite season, when I can be ‘steeped in shades of autumn’. But your shades of autumn are sadly the end of something, not the beginning, and I can feel your sorrow throughout the poem, Sanaa.

  8. Jane Seymour says:

    “Love, if I could persuade day and night….” this stanza is unbelievably beautiful and stands all on its own!💖

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