Without you the sky seems strange

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“In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”.. from The Hours Rise Up Putting Off Stars by E.E Cummings. 

I look desperation in the eye
and smile
as city around me is bathed
in sweet-smelling rain,
the mere thought of you
lets loose burning tears
as hours pass by
stirring storm
into a once peaceful heart
in the street of the sky 
sorrow walks scattering poems

In a world
where blood betrays blood
your love
has the power to make me sigh
and remember
you held my hand
through the darkest days
through innocence and time
when I was recognizing myself
why is it then that budding leaves
remind of loss and regret–

I wake in middle of the night
ruffled with dreams filled with angst
you are fragrance that lingers
long after flowers have wilted
I sense the moon, clouds and wind
whispering amongst themselves
what had been pales in comparison
of what could have been
why is it that heart never coincides
with mind,
in the street of the sky 
sorrow walks scattering poems.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest 

Posted on Sanaa’s Challenge @ Real Toads

& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub

62 thoughts on “Without you the sky seems strange

  1. Magaly Guerrero says:

    I really love what you did with Cummings’ line. How your use of “sorrow” makes me think that this poem burn the night’s cheeks in the same way thoughts burn moistly in the speaker’s eyes.

  2. HA says:

    Oh, heart not coinciding with the mind is such a malady which hurts and pricks and yet stays with its soft, bitter pain. This is so well done, Sanaa. The stream of thought comes to full measure with those deeply thoughtful closing lines. I mean, “sorrow walks scattering poems”, is just wow.
    Would check out your prompt on With Real Toads; it sounds interesting.
    -HA

  3. Victoria Stuart says:

    Sanaa, I love every word of this, but this especially “you are fragrance that lingers
    long after flowers have wilted” reminds me of a scent lingering on a pillow. Such lyrical phrases, “ruffled with dreams” is new and evocative. I really enjoyed reading this.

  4. Alicia Grimshaw says:

    What a great quote to springboard this wonderful poem. I especially liked,
    “through innocence and time
    when I was recognizing myself”

  5. kaykuala says:

    why is it that heart never coincides
    with mind,

    This is a never-ending question, Sanaa that never seem to get answered. It is good as it makes life all the more interesting!

    Hank

  6. Jim says:

    I could feel, and of course smell, the fragrance that lingers. Your whole poem invokes this reader’s feelings.
    .. Thanks for the fun prompt, it made for a fun write.

  7. Kylie says:

    “you held my hand
    through the darkest days
    through innocence and time
    when I was recognizing myself
    why is it then that budding leaves
    remind of loss and regret–”

    Love this .. Touch has such memory doesn’t it? 💙

  8. Pat says:

    I look desperation in the eye
    and smile ….

    now, if this isn’t an opening line? it’s captivating, and yet, we fall into the sorrow of the poem, scattered from the streets of the sky, as well as the ruminations, the wistfulness, and yet, well, release too. Too often the mind demands answers but the heart hides in its own mystery. Such as it is. such is life. And yet we breathe again. And write poems 🙂 And I really like these lines too – “why is it then that budding leaves
    remind of loss and regret–”
    Life is sometimes bittersweet. Still, to walk through the streets and know the heart will grow/go on.

    Interesting direction as inspired by the line and poem Sanaa.

  9. Kerry says:

    We are living… In a world
    where blood betrays blood

    We all could do with some love and devotion to get us through the painful present.

  10. teal says:

    I just adore these lines:

    “I look desperation in the eye
    and smile”

    “In a world
    where blood betrays blood
    your love
    has the power to make me sigh”

  11. Lona Gynt says:

    A Poem with rich evocation, imagery unified tightly with theme, floods of love and human longing, this passage is packed with beautiful wisdom:

    I sense the moon, clouds and wind
    whispering amongst themselves
    what had been pales in comparison
    of what could have been
    why is it that heart never coincides
    with mind,

    And then the anchoring the surprise of Ars Poetica to sorrow, while lifting our eyes upward in longing;

    “in the street of the sky
    sorrow walks scattering poems.“

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