Untitled (of madness and fragile things)

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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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Posted on ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads

and posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

& Posted on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses

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58 Replies to “Untitled (of madness and fragile things)”

  1. 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.

    1. Awww!❀️ Thank you soo much, Magaly πŸ™‚ so glad you liked it!❀️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

  2. 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.”

  3. 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

  4. 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’.

  5. “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…

  6. 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.

  7. 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.

  8. 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.

    1. Thank you so much, James πŸ™‚ so good to see you ❀️

      Happy Sunday πŸ™‚ have a wonderful week ahead.

  9. 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!

  10. 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.’

  11. 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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