Do you ever consider what it might be like?
Barefoot, hovering in spaces
between silences
which erase themselves by morning—
I taste an emotion inexplicable,
swirling pink
amidst a bed of brambles and unfamiliar leaves;
the thorns
have a thing or two to teach.
Photo Credits: Pink beverage by Alex Loup, Unsplash
Posted for Quadrille #108 @dVerse Poets Pub
46 Responses
Lovely words Sanaa, and your reading was wonderful.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Lovely to hear you reading, Sanaa. I like the sudden reminder of the thorns at the end. They do have something to teach us, I guess.
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love the title, the direct address and question of the opening line, Sanaa, which hooked me immediately. But my favourite lines are:
‘Barefoot, hovering in spaces
between silences
which erase themselves by morning’.
The image you chose has me hankering after blackberry fool!
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Very delicate, tripping carefully between the thorns. I like this one!
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
This one is a knockout, powerful yet tender; inspiring. As poets we do search through the silence between lines, and I say,”Damn the thorns–full words ahead!”
Absolutely! Full words ahead! Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Yes, they do. Wonderful to hear you read your poem, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Lisa 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Such beautiful and wonderful words here. It’s very delicate and careful like a slow stride on a lone path; it is concise, it is deliberate and I love that feeling I got here when first reading it. This is fantastic. Excellent take on the prompt.
Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
The idea of being barefoot among the brambles, whatever we conceive the brambles to be, really caught my imagination in this poem. Lovely, Saana.
Thank you so much, Jo-Anne 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I’ve been there, but wearing long sleeves, jeans and gloves in mother’s blackberry patch behind the barn! Thanks for the memories.
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
oh they sure do! they sure do. but the berries teach too.
and if you eat them all in the field, there won’t be enough for a pie…
Thank you so much, Eric 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Words on a screen; words in one’s ear. No matter; either way, great words. Well done Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Ron 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Lovely beyond words, Sanaa
Much🍇love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Much🍒🍓love
lovely to hear your voice Sanaa, this says so much!
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I like this. 🙂
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Beautiful images and emotions swirling in this poem. From dreams to thorns … we all have a lot to learn!
Dwight
Thank you so much, Dwight 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Fabulous word-smithing, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Whatever those brambles may be, they do hurt!
Absolutely! Thanks for stopping by, Christine 💄❤️
‘the thorns / have a thing or two to teach’ is a great concluding line. Reminds me of being stabbed twice and again by the same thorn – and thinking it wouldn’t dare strike again. Ha.
Thank you so much, Peter 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
There’s a lesson in every moment, and this captures that well.
Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Lovely poem, well written and read.
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I love the idea of a silence that erases itself!
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“hovering in spaces between silences”
Brilliant work, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
oooooh. this is so beautiful and deep, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rosamarie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️