I count
droplets as white noise
hammers
upon my nerves,
a breath alone
measures false sense of security
and emptiness
of a desecrated black sky.
Perhaps
hope is hiding
where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.
Delirium
as though an elixir promising youth
is a dark dance
of an insatiable body, soul, heart
and mind.
Photo credits: Bizarre pictures show 19th century
Posted for ‘Camera Flash 55’ @ Real Toads
52 Responses
Woohoo! This is fabulous, Sanaa! Your title just blew me away for a start and the content of the poem itself is so finely-tuned to the moment. Brilliant.
Thank you!
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Oh, this is chilling, Sanaa. I like the idea of hope hiding where the eye can’t reach. I am sure it must be out there somewhere!
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Mary ❤️
I too like the line about hope hiding. If we look hard enough, we will find it.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Those lines of hope hiding where the naked eye can’t reach just kill me. Brilliant poem, with amazing solid imagery.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I wonder how to imagine the night before an execution.. I agree with Kerry, the title in itself is wonderful..
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Before taking the poem into consideration as a whole, I have to say, I love the first line on its own. You DO count. I just want to sit with that truth for a minute, letting that message be everything.
Also, in the title, I very much enjoy imagining Eve to be a name.
This whole piece is powerful, creepy, and haunting. It could be interpreted in so many ways, which I love. Revenge. Fear. Truly a man about to be executed. Ex-ecuted. As in, broken up with.
The part about staying young makes me think of the blood queen, or whatever she’s called — the one who killed people for their blood, rubbing it on her skin believing it kept her looking young. The man about to be executed could be “donating” his blood to the cause.
Thank you so much, Shawna 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“An elixir promising youth” Please let me know where I can buy some Sanaa! However back to your words. I love the depth of this poem in the narrators search for that elixir. Perhaps we all should be like that never giving up on our goals.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Delirium, probably reached by going crazy, can cover and hide all fear. I liked reading your path to that Delirium.
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Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Jim ❤️
The title whetted my appetite and your poem satisfied it, Sanaa! You’ve created a tense feeling with the opening lines, with white noise hammering nerves, and I love the idea of hope hiding where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
I love the title, and the counting of droplets as white noise. Awesome.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Sometimes the white noise is necessary to drown out the horrors of the world.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
Nice write Sanaa. My favourite lines
“hope is hiding
where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.”
Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
Much🎶🖤🎶love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Much🥠☕love
the whole poem focuses the mind on the final moments – so well contrived and conceived and quite a change from your usual motifs but so well executed!!!
p.s. maybe the toothache has honed the nerve tingling sensations of this poem – hope it gets better soon – nothing like teeth for agony
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
PS: The toothache began Sunday morning.. hopefully it will subside soon.
Perhaps hope is hiding……love the tone of this 🙂
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Delirium – a state of confusion — where is hope hiding or is all lost to the blackness of the sky?
Thank you so much, Truedessa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Maybe a little black magic going on here!
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Colleen ❤️
Great title and fabulous words!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Startling! Nowhere to go but dark, with this prompt – and you;’e done it well.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Stunning! You wrote with depth and eloquence to prompt and picture. Wonderful writing!
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Fantastic take on the prompt. Love it
Thank you so much, KB 😀 so good to see you ❤️
definitely chilling! a very good response to the picture prompt.
i wonder how one feels, and thinks, on the eve of his/her execution.
Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“Delirium
as though an elixir promising youth
is a dark dance
of an insatiable body, soul, heart
and mind”…
Gorgeously worded, Sanaa! 💙
Thank you so much, Alyssa 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This is dark and chilling! The image of the desecrated black sky reminds me of a quote by Burroughs and it goes like this: ‘Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.’
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sanaa, you’ve conjured up a darker corner from your usual Sunny self!
i suppose one can’t appreciation the sun without also having darkness, eh?
Absolutely! 😉 And since we were required to write inspired by the picture there was nowhere to go but dark! Thanks for stopping by, Michael ❤️
Some said it rained, no one could agree. Tomorrow he would die.
Most probably 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Annell ❤️
The title filled me with a foreboding dread, and the content expanded upon it. I felt like I was in the gallows awaiting my last walk.
“Perhaps
hope is hiding
where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.”
One can only hope. Exceptional work.
Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️