Before You

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 

36 Responses

  1. Anna :o] says:

    Your words make my heart sing – so luscious they are!
    Anna :o]

  2. I can feel the heart leaping and singing!

  3. A says:

    It’s better to have loved 8 lost than to never loved at all

  4. Lovely, where you take this.

  5. gillena says:

    luv that last stanza

    SEASONS GREETINGS

    much love…

  6. kanzensakura says:

    The last stanza is so full of passion and love.

  7. Manicddaily says:

    The idea of breath becoming ripples is lovely, Sanaa– for me a particularly cool image. Thanks! k.

  8. Trådløs says:

    I like your definition of hesitation in that first stanza a lot and then that beautiful close as well. Very beautiful

  9. 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’.

  10. Rommy says:

    I really like that bit about hesitation measuring fear.

  11. hedgewitch says:

    Your opening lines are very true indeed. Thanks for playing, Sanaa, and have a lovely holiday.

  12. vandana says:

    The hesitation of expressing ,yes we all have felt it.

  13. Helen says:

    Hesitation can be a blessing or a curse, your poem is a nice blessing.

  14. Bjorn says:

    Hesitation… we are always at crossroads.. but the worst thing we can do is never to move.

  15. First times of happiness are always glorious, indeed… even if what came before was chaos in storms.

  16. Hesitation sounds like such a sensual word. Your heart leapt and sang. For me it was that every cell in my body said “yes.”

  17. Beautiful… I am a fool for love and never tire of poetry that speaks of it.

  18. Sara says:

    So lovely, Sanaa. Hesitation is a good word to start a poem.

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