It doesn’t have to be a ballad;
this highway of connected thoughts that burns its way
into the heart,
nor an eternity of collating the moon and stars
when in company of the other—
a pinch of salt in an otherwise bland diet,
stay a little longer
you never know who you might save—
it possesses dominion over man’s attempt to establish
sense.
Unspoken letters that write themselves on lips,
it’s a contradiction of sorts– at times relief, at times
indescribable ache,
and though
I am learning its deep, dark, almost decadent convention;
I can’t help but feel I have belonged to you since
the beginning of time;
a thousand realities rolled into one perfect vagary— love.
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Day Twelve ~ Fireblossom Friday: Love
Posted for “Play It Again” @ Real Toads
Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United
32 Responses
Enthralling! How I love your way with words.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I always love reading your poetry. This is beautiful My favourite lines are “this highway of connected thoughts that burns its way
into the heart,” and”Unspoken letters that write themselves on lips”
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Two thoughts: “It doesn’t have to be a ballad” and “you never know who you might save”
Profound in their simplicity yet powerful if we take them to heart.
Thank you for sharing, Sanaa
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
stay a little longer
you never know who you might save— love that…
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I can’t help but feel I have belonged to you since
the beginning of time..
A beautiful resolution to this reflection on love.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A beautiful circular poem, Sanaa, starting and ending with ‘one perfect vagary — love’, encompassing romance and passion. I love the phrases ‘highway of connected thoughts that burns its way into the heart’ and ‘Unspoken letters that write themselves on lips’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
To love and be loved, we have such a desire for it but cannot really explain it and how beautiful it can be. To use your words “I can’t help but feel” you know it well too Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
That is the best isn’t it, a love that encompasses both the feelings of newness and permanence.
It certainly is! Thanks for stopping by, my dearest Rommy 💄❤️
Absolutely love this, the variations captured in the title and carried throughout. 🙂
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love this poem. Love in all its guises❣️👍🙏
❤️❤️❤️
The act of giving and saving…very appealing concept… a pinch of salt to spice up the bland diet…Thank you for your beautiful poem so eloquently expressed about love.
Thank you so much, Cressida 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
This one made me sigh (and smile) deeply, Sanaa. The line about “never know[ing] who [we] might save” is a perfect dance between advice and promise, for the one being saved might the one doing the saving (and that is always awesome). The closing is masterful, too, the way it rolls the whole poem together and makes it a tight package.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Relief and ache are so close together when it comes to love.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Colleen 💄❤️
Oh, I love this..Beautiful, and your last line, Wow!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
you just know, in your heart, isn’t it?
enjoyed this elegant poem. 🙂
Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
That’s the thing about love, isn’t it. Its quality of being so surprising
Happy Easter Sanaa
Much🌼love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you💄❤️
Much love ..