Crimson is the aura of death that sought
to coerce
lost souls into a screaming silence.
I cannot forget the feel of sunshine
nor attempt to forgo warbler song at gloaming
like desolate, despairing leaves in winter
I wonder
how one could withdraw from love, desire and hate?
I fear this to be neither coincidence nor dream
my soul bereft
from echoes of want and longing,
could it be that lies fed on ones who were broken?
I am autumn, I am wind
buoyant and hopeful than anything you can ever imagine
there isn’t a fairytale
that I can’t pry from the clutches of cynicism and doubt
once every blossoming decade
I whisper into the ears of hesitant young
‘You can’t change your fate,
neither can you hope to rewind what’s lost
but try and keep an open heart
and you’ll be surprised just where you end up.’
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for “Wordy Thursday” @ Real Toads
also on the ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United
54 Responses
Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem. Now, I feel that word “wonderful” sounds too bright a mood. I loved the gloom and these darkish questions in your poem. Thanks!
Thank you so much, Mariya 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Poor Ophelia, didn’t she love the wrong man in Hamlet? But that is young love for you. What a wonderful poem you have created here Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
WOW! I LOVE this, especially the last stanza:
“I am autumn, I am wind
buoyant and hopeful than anything you can ever imagine
there isn’t a fairytale
that I can’t pry from the clutches of cynicism and doubt
once every blossoming decade ”
I just love that! And your closing lines are powerful and true. My new favourite of yours, Sanaa.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Sherry 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Oh! That image brings to mind instantly the thought of Ophelia and her pain is the pain in your words — the melancholy of this fairy-tale lies in the fact that it is buoyed by a certain hope — keeping an open heart may after all make it better or at least more bearable.
I found this question especially evocative: “I wonder/how one could withdraw from love, desire, and hate?”
Beautiful writing, Sanaa! <3
Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I am autumn, I am wind. Simply lovely lines Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Toni 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Good advice. You can’t rewind the movie but carry on and keep an open heart. Beautiful poem. Your illustrations are always so gorgeous.
Thank you so much, Rall 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Try to keep an open heart … that’s the art of it, the magic spell. Well done!
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The narrative voice is captivating.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Love this, especially:
“I am autumn, I am wind
buoyant and hopeful”
So lovely.
Thank you so much, De 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the end… there is always a life after the realization that fairy tales aren’t true.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️
a romantic yet modern take ~
Thank you so much, Michael 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Fabulous, Sanaa. There is so much vivid imagery in your poem. I love the use of the oxymoron ‘screaming silence’, especially in a opening stanza that starts with crimson.as the aura of death. The darkness seeps through the lines, from ‘I cannot forget the feel of sunshine’ to ‘I am autumn, Ia m wind’. I love the lines:
‘there isn’t a fairytale
that I can’t pry from the clutches of cynicism and doubt’
which is so despairing, you can hear the tears.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Fabulous indeed Sanaa – a rich and wonderful write.
Love the wise hopeful close.
Anna :o]
Thank you so much, Anna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Loved this one, Sanaa. We all need to keep that open heart, I think, as we continue on our journey!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your advice sounds good to me!
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Wow! I loved this so much.
Thank you so much, Vicki 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
ooooo, loved the line about rescuing fairytales from cynicism and doubt. This was a great read. 🙂
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I always enjoy reading your poetry, and again you have written another fine piece.
Thank you so much, Julian 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This is gorgeous.
I love this:
“there isn’t a fairytale
that I can’t pry from the clutches” … It has me imagining having the ability to pull a fairy tale out of one’s tiny purse. 🙂
The first four lines of the poem are my favorites.
Thank you so much, Ali 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Great closing insight. I’m always so surprised at how much red can represent. Blue too.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Stunning – beautiful word crafting wafting over wisdom – THIS IS POETRY!
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Wendy😍 so glad you liked it! ❤️
there isn’t a fairytale
that I can’t pry from the clutches of cynicism and doubt…that’s lovely Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you ❤️
There are so many openings imaged in your poem Sanaa. However this is my favourite
“there isn’t a fairytale
that I can’t pry from the clutches of cynicism and doubt”
Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday today
Much💚🖤love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Much💛💛❤love
This is amazing and profound in the way it touches upon both hope and despair. That last stanza is extremely strong emotionally.
Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
How I love this voice of autumn!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Well done, Sanaa. I love the line “…could it be that lies fed on ones who were broken?”
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“lost souls into a screaming silence.”
A very halooween image, the mask, the altered reality the questions of life dead and undead all tied into this bundle
Thanks for linking to Monday WRites 177
much love…
My Pleasure, Gillena ❤️
Much love…