October when shaded leaves pirouette and fall
Sanaa -
September 30, 2018
Earlier PoemsPoetry

If the sun is in redbud leaves
and feeling mounts
the tapered stairway to the heart
then it must be October.

I, like silence that hovers between the eye
and cloud
struggle to make meaning;
must we adhere to unfed hope
when anguish in all its glory
succeeds to write a new chapter?
How is it that misgiving
becomes reason behind sleepless nights?

I sought to let go of pain
believing it to be wisp of white dandelion,
could the impossible ensue
so as to rule out others from its appalling taste?

Autumn, sepia toned
brings fresh sentiments to the mind,
as arms of trees extend
awaiting the promise of her dance;
perhaps life isn’t about desisting bruises
as one slowly treads along its path
but rather staring at the face of woe with a smile.

 

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64 Responses

  1. Kim M. Russell says:
    September 30, 2018 at 6:50 pm

    I love the October colours, Sanaa, and the ‘silence that hovers between the eye and cloud’.

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  2. Sherry Blue sky says:
    September 30, 2018 at 8:12 pm

    I love that tapered stairway to the heart….and the trees awaiting the promise of autumn’s dance. So lovely.

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  3. HA says:
    September 30, 2018 at 9:00 pm

    This is so beautiful, Sanaa. I loved this bit: “I, like silence that hovers between the eye/and cloud/struggle to make meaning”.
    I had such a good reading experience traversing through your reflections and introspections — pain is something that we can let go only in an arbitrary sense, perhaps no one can forego its “appalling taste”. The closing realization made me “smile”. 🙂 <3

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  4. Mary says:
    September 30, 2018 at 9:11 pm

    You have captured the heart of October in your poem! I love “awaiting the promise of her dance.”

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  5. gillena says:
    September 30, 2018 at 11:13 pm

    Your opening stanza is so elegant. I could sense the welcome of October as she climbs the staircase

    Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today Sanaa

    Much💛❤💛love

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  6. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    September 30, 2018 at 11:43 pm

    I think every season has it’s own beauty… and in the end it might be to look at scars and bruises saying:

    “This was a road well taken”

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  7. Magaly Guerrero says:
    October 1, 2018 at 1:01 am

    There is power in that final smile, in that bright understanding, in knowing that life is what we make it… And yes, in change, too… because I can never think of Autumn without thinking “change” and rebirth…

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  8. Susan says:
    October 1, 2018 at 2:28 am

    Sad, I think, to need to wait through the passionate colors of autumn to find “Autumn, sepia toned” and a new perspective. I think winter allows that, though, allows a restfulness to ease the passions and disappointments of the heart and let the blessings rise.

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  9. Rommy says:
    October 1, 2018 at 3:04 am

    There is so much wisdom in those last three lines

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  10. Chrissa says:
    October 1, 2018 at 3:13 am

    From the grace of the opening paragraphs to the acceptance of the dance toward the end, this was a lovely write.

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  11. ZQ says:
    October 1, 2018 at 3:56 am

    Beautiful, Your first stanza was creative excellence.
    ZQ

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  12. Wendy Bourke says:
    October 1, 2018 at 8:26 am

    This is an autumn treasure – a delight to read in the season of sun ‘in redbud leaves’ … and – as always – a brilliant close.

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  13. Old Egg says:
    October 1, 2018 at 11:02 am

    How beautifully you wrote this Sanaa. The only thing that perplexed me was the last line “but rather staring at face of woe with a smile” until I remembered a smile was a comfort for children telling them all was OK.

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  14. Thotpurge says:
    October 1, 2018 at 11:05 am

    then it must be October… the opening verse draws the reader in.

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  15. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    October 1, 2018 at 5:01 pm

    Beautiful images and fascinating reflections. I particularly love ‘the tapered stairway to the heart’.

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  16. dsnake1 says:
    October 2, 2018 at 5:02 pm

    exquisite poem, Sanaa!
    such a delight to read. 🙂

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  17. Toni Spencer says:
    October 5, 2018 at 3:45 am

    I loved the colors in this and the tapered stairway to the heart. Beautiful!

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  18. Charlie Zero the Poet says:
    October 5, 2018 at 3:57 am

    My favorite line:

    the tapered stairway to the heart
    then it must be October.

    Everything about this poem is fantastic and filled with colors of poetry inspiration. 🙂

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  19. Laura Bloomsbury says:
    October 5, 2018 at 4:15 am

    this has to be an all time favourite Sanaa – love the unanswered questionings and these lines
    “to let go of pain
    believing it to be wisp of white dandelion,”

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  20. HA says:
    October 5, 2018 at 4:34 am

    This has become even better with the second reading — I love this flow of “fresh sentiments” resulting in this thoughtful reverie, with a perfect closing.

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  21. Glenn Buttkus says:
    October 5, 2018 at 4:51 am

    This one sings and zings, combining your emotions with the inexorable change of the season. I like your take on the trees opening their arms to Fall. There is something almost hedonistic about the partied frenzy with which the chameleon leaves furiously dance with the wind until they are exhausted and drop to the ground.

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  22. Dorianna Ric says:
    October 5, 2018 at 5:15 am

    ” rather staring at face of woe with a smile” like this line…to stare at woe with a smile such a nice thought. Your autumn imagery is lovely.

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  23. Frank Hubeny says:
    October 5, 2018 at 5:39 am

    Nice description of October in that first stanza.

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  24. Grace says:
    October 5, 2018 at 6:44 am

    May autumn be a fresh new start for you Sanaa. Write a new chapter. Have a good weeknend.

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  25. V.J. says:
    October 5, 2018 at 7:44 am

    How the seasons are so intimately tied with emotion. I felt this stir inside of me. Loved the” silence that hovers between the eye and the cloud”

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  26. Vivian Zems says:
    October 5, 2018 at 8:36 am

    Awaiting the promise of dance…..these words relating to trees’ branches is sublime, as is the entire write

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  27. Dwight L. Roth says:
    October 5, 2018 at 8:52 am

    You bring an interesting perspective. It is very easy to get bogged down in our bruises instead of living in the hope that things will be better.

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  28. Abigail Gronway says:
    October 5, 2018 at 11:24 am

    What a poignant poem! And I love your conclusion, that life is about “staring at face of woe with a smile.”

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  29. ayala says:
    October 6, 2018 at 4:31 am

    Beautiful!

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  30. lynn says:
    October 6, 2018 at 5:50 am

    October mirrors life…with it’s smiles and bruises. A perceptive write, Sanaa

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  31. kaykuala h says:
    October 6, 2018 at 7:17 am

    perhaps life isn’t about desisting bruises
    as one slowly treads along its path
    but rather staring at face of woe with a smile.

    Brilliantly described of Autumn happenings Sanaa and a great closing!

    Hank

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  32. gina says:
    October 6, 2018 at 9:42 pm

    i love every word you crafted this piece of delightful poetry Sanaa! the words flowed and soothed and also stirred the heart, “tapered stairway to the heart” was divine!

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