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 thoughts on “Untitled (of madness and fragile things)

  1. Magaly Guerrero says:

    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.

    • Sanaa says:

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

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

  2. Plum says:

    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. kaykuala h says:

    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. Kim M. Russell says:

    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. Sumana Roy says:

    “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. Kerry says:

    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. Old Egg says:

    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. Mary says:

    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.

    • Sanaa says:

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

      Happy Sunday πŸ™‚ have a wonderful week ahead.

  9. Bev says:

    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. Donna@LivingFromHappiness says:

    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. gillena says:

    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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