Midnight again,
my soul silent
as regret hung like soft mist
upon the earth
and longing loitered
upon red lips.
I can hear the heartbeat
of dying leaves, of
bewildered wind
that knows not difference
between smoke and sky,
questioning me why you left.
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Posted for Quadrille #63 @ dVerse Pub
and on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads
64 Responses
OH, regret hanging like soft mist is such an endearing simile — the images are crystal clear and your words resonant with felt emotions. Splendid as always, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Nice last line clarifying the silence and regret.
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Such sadness here. The earth holds it all. Beautiful words that evoke such emotion.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“I can hear the heartbeat
of dying leaves”
Sigh. I LOVE this.
Thank you so much, De 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Can feel the anguished emotions, filled with regrets and confusion. Thanks for joining in Sanaa!!!!
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so good to see you ❤️
as regret hung like soft mist
upon the earth
and longing loitered ….
under a midnight sky and regret, like leaves, – I can almost hear them crisping into dusty silence … and the wind not knowing why ….
and the ending of regret and wonder –
this is richly painted and very poignant for the pain – just lovely Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Pat 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I, too, was hooked with /the heartbeat of dying leaves/. Sadness is counterpointed by the lovely admiration for nature.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Oh, Sanaa! Your opening lines set a tone that hangs like soft mist, full of longing and regret. I love the alliteration in:
‘…longing loitered
upon red lips’
and the sound of the ‘heartbeat of dying leaves’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Such a lyrical write and you leave us pondering (which is always good)
Thank you so much, Jae 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
lovely.
Thank you so much, Marco 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Nicely done Sanaa.. I liked the images of the heartbeat
of dying leaves and the bewildered wind…
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I’m taken by the idea of not knowing the difference between smoke and sky. It implies a sadness so profound that one forgets whether they are surrounded by something that can help soothe, or something that could poison them.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I too love the dying leaves, and even more that ‘bewildered wind’.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
You write the most amazingly romantic posts! 🙂
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so good to see you ❤️
questions going unanswered, this resonated with me Sanaa
Thank you so much, Gina 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sad and beautiful Sanaa. One of my favourites:
“bewildered wind
that knows not difference
between smoke and sky,”…
Thank you so much, Janice 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“I can hear the heartbeat
of dying leaves”
Goodness, that’s gorgeous.
Thank you so much, Henna 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sadly most of us feel lost in romance at least once in life, Beautifully written.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Vicki ❤️
Sanaa, this is such a graceful, sad write. You always find the perfect images as well.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You got my attention with the “heart beat of the dying leaves.” What can we say, if we are left without knowing why? Perhaps this is when we just breath, and count our blessings and our abundance, which is great.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Annell ❤️
A beautiful write Sanaa, I especially love ‘as regret hung like soft mist upon the earth’ xxx
Thank you so much, Xenia 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh that heartbeat especially… I think I know about nights like that.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love this… especially the bewildered wind…. finally arriving at that big question
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Ah, this is so poignant. I love the “bewildered wind
that knows not difference
between smoke and sky,” who questions you. And the heartbeat of leaves. Beautiful images and word choices.
Thank you so much, Victoria 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Bewildered wind….sigh this is so beautiful Sanaa! I love it!!
Thank you so much, Carrie 😀 so good to see you ❤️
The second half of this poem, the heartbeat part is excellent. I would have loved to just read this part of this. So autumnal.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
What an awesome picture and an even better piece of writing. This was questioning in all the right ways and the description vivid and emotional. Wow…I really loved this.
Thank you so much, Corey 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A painful split with all the confusion and toxicity beautifully expressed.
Thank you so much, Rall 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
“the heartbeat of dying leaves” I love that line. This poem is full of melancholy, pain, but it is written so beautifully it feels like a painting
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh, this:
“my soul silent
as regret hung like soft mist
upon the earth”
and this:
“I can hear the heartbeat
of dying leaves”
What heartbreaking poignancy in it all! I’m undone, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love this. So much emotion in so few words. I especially love these lines:
as regret hung like soft mist
upon the earth
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I can hear the heartbeat
of dying leaves…
Such a strong image and so well placed in the poem. Wonderful work, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️