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 Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses
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.
Awww!❤️ Thank you soo much, Magaly 🙂 so glad you liked it!❤️
(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.”
Thank you so much, Plum 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
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
Thank you so much, Hank 😊 so good to see you ❤
Such beauty entwined in this. Sadness and hope sing sweetly somewhere.
Thank you so much, Martin 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
it reads like an autobiography. cool
Thank you so much, Angie 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
i feel like staying sane in such pain is the real opportunity though. Beautiful writing,
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😊 so good to see you ❤
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’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😊 so good to see you ❤
“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…
Thank you so much, Sumana 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
I am the hush that follows a prayer is my favourite line in this wonderful poem
Thank you so much, Jae 😊 so good to see you ❤
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.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
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.
Definitely ❤ thanks for stopping by, Robin 😊
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.
Thank you so much, Mary 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
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!
Thank you so much, James 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Happy Sunday 🙂 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.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
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!
Definitely❤️ thanks for stopping by, Beverly 🙂
A very sweet and heartfelt poem. I feel for myself less in the sane camp! But appreciate your very poetic point of view! K.
Thank you so much, Karin 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
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.’
Awww!❤️ Thank you so much, Donna 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
Sanaa, this is such a beautiful poem. I had to pause after each stanza, so rich in its meaning.
Awww!❤️ Thank you so much, Myrna 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
Beautiful lines and such a strong ending.
Thank you so much, Ayala 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
This is so beautiful, Sanaa. I especially love the middle stanza.
Thank you so much, Sherry 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Brilliantly written – it reads aloud, wonderfully … powerfully. The close on this is haunting.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The pain and sorrow of love beautifully expressed.
Thank you so much, Cressida 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
I like the idea of life’s hidden agenda as a slight light through rain and sleet.
Thank you so much, Colleen 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Loved the poem, last line wonderful!
Thank you so much, Annell 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
The last two lines in this poem is like an arrow in the heart. Amazing poem.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️
that first line almost made my heart break. this is very special
Awww!❤️ Thank you so much, Candy 🙂 so glad you liked it!❤️
Oh, I love this! “to be driven by madness and still be sane” That is the tight rope we walk.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Perfect closing lines…. beautiful one Sanaa!!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
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…
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Much love…
What a gorgeous piece. I especially love the title.