What more can be said, that

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Poem inspired by the title of Rumi’s poetic masterpiece, “What was told, that.”

What more can be said that raises a faint blush on,
embers of wanting
smolder marmalade-like over a pair of brown eyes,
copacetic these clouds murmur
not a thought, not a kiss, nor a glance is forgotten–
your beauty akin to a cream rosebud,
to winter sunshine illuminating the trees.

What more can be said that molds the heart
with such strangeness,
the crescent itself seethes when I utter your name
and I, seeing through pretense smile
I plead pardon for having my breath perfumedβ€”

Darkly whispering the underworld beckons,
I gaze upon the flowers pinned between rocks
sprouting deep purple,
the violet
being one to address blood consciousness.
To repudiate living darkness that exists in one’s soul
would be ideal,
I thought to myself as I rise from dreams unreal;
I bury my face in the wild storm of your being.

There is faith in the fog, I cannot see the ground
and yet
I tread further into the abyss of the unknown,
let lips decide the distance between us
love, I have witnessed many a February coldβ€”
come,
weave foolishness into my heart;

it’s perfectly easy, every atom
belonging to me as good
belongs to you;
what more can be said that raises a faint blush on.

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

A Skylover Wordlist: Underworld, crescent, seethe, faint,
sunshine, foolish πŸ’

Posted on Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United

& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub

52 Replies to “What more can be said, that”

  1. Wonderful use of colour in this poem, Sanaa! I love the phrase β€˜embers of wanting’ and the lines:
    β€˜There is faith in the fog, I cannot see the ground
    and yet
    I tread further into the abyss of the unknown,
    let lips decide the distance between us’.

  2. Ah yes even in the journey of love, one can never be certain but one can be feed the fires of faith
    Happy Wednesday Sanaa, thanks for a lovely prompt today

    (βœΏβ— β€Ώβ— )

    much love…

  3. When the familiarity is such that even the atoms know no division between each other, so much has already been said without uttering a word.

  4. There is so much imagery throughout but this: “I bury my face in the wild storm of your being.” to me means that you willing to ride the whirlwind regardless of the consequences, dedication to your intended.
    Well done, Sanaa.

  5. This is such a deep romantic feeling in this, but I especially enjoy the darkness rippling in the passionate underworld underneath.

  6. I really like the idea of the flowers being “pinned” between the rocks…what a beautiful image that is, Sanaa and a lovely, romantic poem–I like how it ended as it began with a blush–just in time for the coming Valentine’s Day. Gayle

  7. Wow! I love that you began and ended this with same words. Also love β€œthere is faith in the fog”. Outstanding poem.

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