I stand surrounded by mist of a bygone period,
the dark ocean
illuminating clouds of deepest charcoal–
could the impossible ensue so as to strip me of thoughts,
twisting and turning
attempting to drown me with their whispers
low and false–
amidst the chaos there shines a brilliant ray of hope
from the lighthouse of the Pharos,
and though its vociferation is diffused
there is something about that place that ushers
a gush of strength inside of me,
rimmed with a lambent pandemonium of magenta dreams–
carried by the wind,
I sleep laden with promises of tomorrow on my pillow.
Photo credits: Pharos ~ Kerry O’Connor
Posted for the ‘Art collaboration in December’ @ Real Toads
And Posted on the Pantry of Poetry and Prose @ Poets United
52 Responses
How lovely this is, Sanaa. I especially like the way you have included colours in the mood palette. Thank you for choosing this picture to write to.
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
I love that closing line. And the ray of hope and the strength.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What a beautiful poem to read Sanaa. I particularly like the line “rimmed with a lambent pandemonium of magenta dreams” line, being a bit of a dreamer myself!
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
The opening lines are so atmospheric, Sanaa, with the mist, dark ocean and clouds of deep charcoal, and I love the poem is illuminated by the ‘brilliant ray of hope / from the lighthouse of the Pharos’, and the ‘lambent pandemonium of magenta dreams’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Though the Lighthouse was constructed because the isle had a dark history of being populated by “wreckers” — those who salvaged sunk ships — one can’t help but see it there in Alexandria, pointing its beacon toward the Great Library, with its hope and faith in stored knowledge. In an age besieged by oceans of misinformation and distraction, we still need such towers of certainty, if they can still exist. Well done —
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh, to sleep with history, the whisper of dreams, praying they are not nightmares…Beautiful, powerful imagery
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
This is lovely. I love how you painted a portrait using the palette of the image. Great closing line. 🙂
Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
magenta dreams… intriguing!
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
‘lambent pandemonium of magenta dreams’ – how utterly delectable. And only you could have written it.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
So many great colors in this… in the darkness of the sea, maybe we should let them lead us.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The ending is sublime
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“I sleep laden with promises of tomorrow on my pillow.”
Ever throughout the ages God’s messengers have been bringing to us that message of hope
Happy Sunday
Much👼🏽love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Much🌹🌷🌻 love back..
“rimmed with a lambent pandemonium of magenta dreams“
I love that.
Thank you so much, Callie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What an amazing dreamscape! The chaos is lovely, particularly when pierced and backlit by hope.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
All we need is one dependable light house in the stormy seas to figure out which way to go. What a lovely depiction of hope and resolve.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
one sleeps better knowing the guiding light is always there. 🙂
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Lee San ❤️
What a lovely way to sleep, with promises of tomorrow on my pillow.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
It’s surreal sometimes to be reminded of deeper things by a place such as this. Eloquent writing.
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I really love the closing line, such a soothing image. I can almost see the speaker, closing her eyes, hugging her pillow, drifting into dreamland… her heart full of promises.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
A sleep laden with promises is the best sleep of all!
Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the use of the word laden in that last line. Are the promises of tomorrow hopeful or burdensome? Regardless of promises, may the actuality be favourable for you, dear poet.
Thank you so much. H. Hennenburg 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(definitely hopeful) 🙂
Lovely, thought provoking poem. I love that last line.
Thank you so much, Myrna 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Love it! And that closing line: ‘I sleep laden with promises of tomorrow on my pillow.” ~ sign ~ just beautiful.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
“lambent pandemonium of magenta dreams” – you have a way with words, Sanaa, that creates a vivid image as one waits for their dreams, or at the least, the promise of dreams. Thank you
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
There really is something about stepping back in time – the past – that draws me to lighthouses… Beautiful poem.
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Love those magenta dreams. The whole poem had a beautiful dreamlike quality.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️