This heart of mine’s fragile like a pane
of glass. What you tore apart is still in
my hands, crushed like petals of coral-
root flower.
I am the keeper of secrets, of thoughts
and things that senseless trees can not
hear. In the receding hours of twilight,
I am the hush that follows a prayer.
Perhaps there is a hidden agenda in the
fragility of life, like a wan light through
sleet and rain. To be driven by madness
and still be sane.
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There is so much beauty in the sadness weaved into this poem. The “hush that follows [the] prayer” is loud enough to break any heart. And the hope the speaker infuses into madness that might be sanity is so very relatable. Beautiful, Sanaa.
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(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
I am nuts over these:
“What you tore apart is still in
my hands, crushed like petals of coral-
root flower.”
“To be driven by madness
and still be sane.”
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like a wan light through
sleet and rain. To be driven by madness
and still be sane.
How strong is the counter attack which may be prompted by a semblance and combination of craziness? Beautiful word-craft Sanaa!
Hank
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Such beauty entwined in this. Sadness and hope sing sweetly somewhere.
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it reads like an autobiography. cool
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i feel like staying sane in such pain is the real opportunity though. Beautiful writing,
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Beautifully written, Sanaa. I especially love:
‘In the receding hours of twilight,
I am the hush that follows a prayer’
and
‘Perhaps there is a hidden agenda in the
fragility of life, like a wan light through
sleet and rain’.
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“I am the hush that follows a prayer.” This is the most beautiful and the best space to be in. And the final sentence reads like an adage. Beautiful Sanaa…
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I am the hush that follows a prayer is my favourite line in this wonderful poem
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This is excellent, Sanaa. Though I hesitate to say one of your best, certainly a new favourite for me. Every line is strong and rings with the love of a true heart.
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Well I hope your heart is not that fragile Sanaa. I have always trusted trees to keep secrets and that is why carved hearts and initials are often indecipherable over time.
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To be driven by madness and still be sane — really what a conflict one must feel inside oneself. What a contrast you have expressed so well with your words.
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You once again amaze me with this poem of yours Sanaa. I can feel your emotions through it and your words are just so lovely. Happy Sunday!
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Happy Sunday π have a wonderful week ahead.
In the receding hours of twilight,
I am the hush that follows a prayer… very nice Sanaa.. I think this is one of my favourites from you now.
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Ah, to find the hidden agenda in the fragility of life is the secret … to make each challenge a stepping stone … to turn misfortune into a lesson … conversely to be the prayer that follows the hush!
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A very sweet and heartfelt poem. I feel for myself less in the sane camp! But appreciate your very poetic point of view! K.
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My goodness what a poem to return to Sanaa….I loved the heart wrenching opening and then the closing was amazing….
‘Perhaps there is a hidden agenda in the
fragility of life, like a wan light through
sleet and rain. To be driven by madness
and still be sane.’
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Sanaa, this is such a beautiful poem. I had to pause after each stanza, so rich in its meaning.
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Beautiful lines and such a strong ending.
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This is so beautiful, Sanaa. I especially love the middle stanza.
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Brilliantly written – it reads aloud, wonderfully … powerfully. The close on this is haunting.
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The pain and sorrow of love beautifully expressed.
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I like the idea of life’s hidden agenda as a slight light through rain and sleet.
Thank you so much, Colleen π so good to see you β€οΈ
Loved the poem, last line wonderful!
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The last two lines in this poem is like an arrow in the heart. Amazing poem.
Thank you so much, Toni π so good to see you β€οΈ
that first line almost made my heart break. this is very special
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Oh, I love this! “to be driven by madness and still be sane” That is the tight rope we walk.
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Perfect closing lines…. beautiful one Sanaa!!
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the paradox in your end lines leaves the reader, contemplating long after the poem is finished
Nice one Sanaa
Thanks for linking to Monday Writes
much love…
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Much love…
What a gorgeous piece. I especially love the title.