Yet once more smile, oh departing november sun

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With every changing season,
               I am looking for a reason

Anemone
erectly flowering
fall upon my face like shadows,
as I cry for louder rhythm.
Though cogent this pain,
this unbelievable urge to shout and scream
engulfs me
I stand my ground
merely for hope which your eyes have given me—

I feel you
pulsating through my veins and blood,
the burning caress
of your wanton gaze, relentless lips
tell me are you afraid to embrace this feeling
that has made its way into your breast?
I want you
to confirm my worst fears,
I want you
to hurt me more than it’s necessary
I dare not withdraw
until there remains the slightest chance of bliss—

You are tempest,
you are wild civility 
you are hidden notes that whisper from the depths
of mind’s library,
I fear this season with its gusty and offshore winds
has pierced through my undying passion.
You are everywhere and yet not present 
like a dream
you continue to rouse and flood my senses.
Love mercurial — love misleading

With every changing season,
                I am looking for a reason.

 

Photo credits: Pure as snow, Mira Nedyalkova

Posted on ‘Kerry’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads

 

& Posted on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

52 thoughts on “Yet once more smile, oh departing november sun

  1. Shawna says:

    So good:

    “Anemone
    erectly flowering
    fall upon my face”

    “I want you
    to confirm my worst fears,
    I want you
    to hurt me”

    “You are tempest,
    you are wild civility”

  2. Kim M. Russell says:

    Beautifully done, Sanaa. The repetition works so well and I love the lines:
    ‘Anemone
    erectly flowering
    fall upon my face like shadows’
    and
    ‘You are tempest,
    you are wild civility
    you are hidden notes that whisper from the depths
    of mind’s library’.

  3. Kerry says:

    This is very beautifully done, Sanaa. Such a passionate poem, and that last line is perfect, taking us back to the beginning again… so much depends on the reason!

  4. HA says:

    Ah, that repetition works so well, binding it all together — it’s like a circumnavigation through this search and this need for bliss — the passion and reason both bringing about a flux of this discovery and perchance reverie.
    These lines resonated with me particularly (the juxtaposition of hurt and bliss is something one has to experience to know perhaps): “I want you/to hurt me more than it’s necessary/I dare not withdraw/until there remains the slightest chance of bliss”.
    A lovely verse, Sanaa! <3

  5. Magaly Guerrero says:

    There is a fierce intensity in this one that I suspect will linger for many seasons… Especially in the third stanza, those invitations are dangerous and desperate enough to change the course of destinies. Wow.

  6. Susan says:

    While I agree with everyone that this poem has a fierce and unique beauty, I also find it extremely disturbing. That makes it difficult for me to comment. It is effective, I’ll say that, but I want the narrator to wake up and re-assess the obsessiveness that welcomes pain. m I misreading you?

  7. kaykuala h says:

    With every changing season,
    I am looking for a reason

    Despite being a natural phenomenon year in year out one feels compelled to wonder, ‘why is it so!’ Everything can be rightfully explained. It is just that one continues to wonder!

    Hank

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