Untitled (this being human is…)

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This being human is equivalent to dusk;
mad orange dancing on burnished metal heights of cityscape
that refuse to fade.
A meeting of light and dark as dandelions fold in on themselves,
a pathway where possibility of pain is always open.
To be completely inside the quiet corners
of mind
is confirmation not, the dense whelming of what’s to come
makes certain of it— let something happen,
while the air is filled with cricket noise;
say who you are,
it’s a melancholy hour, a song of praise for all the souls
who end alone and scattered.
What do you think of before you sleep?
Who is the first person you call when you wake?
Upon its eve, there is still the strength of day yet the softness
of night,
coming to terms with the fact that shit happens; it’s life.
At times visceral, in the hush of hooded blue,
it’s the most beautiful love story never told,
a hope,
a dream cast upon the wind in search of the other.
In graphite lullaby of city, it’s both sugar and salt; the kind of place
where you could read Bukowski—
a thousand lovers but I am drunk from drinking his perfume;
violet vivification,
it’s proof that no matter how swiftly things go downhill,
cloudiness exists only to shape our hue—
Prey to the tedium, to the dreariness of time,
thulian merging to pearl as the sky is spangled with stars;
this being human is equivalent to dusk.

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: “Just Because,” by Loui Jover, Pinterest

Kim hosts at dVerse and invites us to write a metaphor poem that begins with, ‘This being human,’ from The Guest House by Rumi. Come join us! 💝

Posted for Poetics: The Art of Being Human @ dVerse Poets Pub

46 Replies to “Untitled (this being human is…)”

  1. How gorgeous to compare being human to dusk, Sanaa, with all the gorgeous colours it can be. I love the image of ‘mad orange dancing on burnished metal heights of cityscape’, ‘the hush of hooded blue’, and the air filled with cricket noise. It is also tinged with darkness – the ‘melancholy hour, a song of praise for all the souls who end alone and scattered’.

    1. Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  2. I love the selection of dusk as a metaphor… the time you can reflect on the day, think about the morning, and hope for wonderful dreams. It all fits together.

  3. These are all the colours of being human, Sanaa, and what a palette! I love your rich imagery set off by poignant lines such as
    ‘it’s the most beautiful love story never told,
    a hope,’
    Beautiful and touching poetry.

  4. This is incredibly beautiful Sanaa. I got lost in your words and quite delightfully so ☺️
    “At times visceral, in the hush of hooded blue,
    it’s the most beautiful love story never told,
    a hope,
    a dream cast upon the wind in search of the other.”
    Oh my gosh, I’m breathless ☺️💕

  5. Yeah, you used all the crayons on this one Sanaa; Well done. I especially like “Upon its eve, there is still the strength of day yet the softness of night,
    coming to terms with the fact that shit happens; it’s life.”

  6. There is something so achingly sad about this:
    “it’s the most beautiful love story never told,”
    I also like your nod to Bukowski, which conjures that world of dusk.

  7. The dusk metaphor is well carried throughout the poem, beginning with the evocative first line. One of several lines, that resonated with me is “Upon its eve, there is still the strength of day.”

  8. “The strength of day yet the softness of night” is so poetic and true. Dusk is a moment to sink into our humanity. “Violet vivification” is great wordplay! Inspired write! 💖

  9. I love how the word dusk in the opening and closing lines takes me to dust… we are all made of dust!!
    I love this verses…
    it’s the most beautiful love story never told,
    a hope,
    a dream cast upon the wind in search of the other.

    Well done!

  10. Damn! Sanaa…

    The colours of being human, evident at dusk.

    “At times visceral, in the hush of hooded blue,
    it’s the most beautiful love story never told,
    a hope,
    a dream cast upon the wind in search of the other.”

    This is creative.

  11. true artistry in every way … the colour, the range, the vocab, amazing! All been said above .. these lines resonate deepest.
    “it’s proof that no matter how swiftly things go downhill,
    cloudiness exists only to shape our hue”

  12. I love the image
    ‘A meeting of light and dark as dandelions fold in on themselves’
    and love the lines
    ‘it’s the most beautiful love story never told,
    a hope,
    a dream cast upon the wind in search of the other.’
    Beautiful!

  13. Dusk is a fitting metaphor for humanity. As day transitions into the unknowns of night, sometimes with great spectacle sometimes with dullness, we humans transition into the future.

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