Hesitation
measures the depth of one’s
fear giving just enough time
before the words slip out of
mind.
I watch
as breeze turns into a blow,
as breath becomes ripples
and falls in soft undulating
folds-
I cherish the moment
when I first laid eyes on you,
cause that’s when my heart
leapt and sang.
Photo credits: Mira Nedyalkova Photography
I chose the letter ‘H’ and the word hesitation came to mind.
Also linking to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55
Posted for Karin’s prompt @ Real Toads
Your words make my heart sing – so luscious they are!
Anna :o]
Thank you so much, Anna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I can feel the heart leaping and singing!
Thank you so much, Sherry 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
It’s better to have loved 8 lost than to never loved at all
Definitely 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Angie ❤️
Lovely, where you take this.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
luv that last stanza
SEASONS GREETINGS
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 Season’s greetings to you too!❤️
Much love…
The last stanza is so full of passion and love.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The idea of breath becoming ripples is lovely, Sanaa– for me a particularly cool image. Thanks! k.
Thank you so much, Karin 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
I like your definition of hesitation in that first stanza a lot and then that beautiful close as well. Very beautiful
Thank you so much, Tradlos 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I got caught up in the first stanza – a brilliant way to describe hesitation, Sanaa! And then I had to hesitate again with the second stanza – I love how you cleverly slowed everything down with:
‘…breeze turns into a blow,
as breath becomes ripples’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I really like that bit about hesitation measuring fear.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your opening lines are very true indeed. Thanks for playing, Sanaa, and have a lovely holiday.
Thank you so much, Hedgewitch 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Happy Holidays to you too ❄️☕️
The hesitation of expressing ,yes we all have felt it.
Definitely 😊 thanks for stopping by, Vandana ❤
Hesitation can be a blessing or a curse, your poem is a nice blessing.
Thank you so much, Helen 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
Hesitation… we are always at crossroads.. but the worst thing we can do is never to move.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤
First times of happiness are always glorious, indeed… even if what came before was chaos in storms.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Magaly ❤
Hesitation sounds like such a sensual word. Your heart leapt and sang. For me it was that every cell in my body said “yes.”
Thank you so much, Colleen 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Beautiful… I am a fool for love and never tire of poetry that speaks of it.
Aww!❤️ Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!❤️
So lovely, Sanaa. Hesitation is a good word to start a poem.
Thank you so much, Sara 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️