“It’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.” ― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories
Clouds like tufts of cotton scattered on a dome
of brown;
there is so much that’s hidden
and yet, the streaks of light coming through
offer clarity—
its softness, a reminder, that so many pieces
of us are wrapped inside.
It’s better to look at the sky, as soulful hymns
tear apart the violent gusts,
greeting the vast white chiffon of day,
deliberation overflows,
and before you know it, the leafy green treetops
accentuated in contrast of colour
bow down,
as though asking for price of admission—
it’s a funny thing to both unravel the fibres of
one’s being and be afraid.
But wait. I have studied the human psyche all
my life, chosen its words
and wielded in return a poem of truth;
something incisive, prophetic and bold,
something unconventional,
perceptively pink so as to match the blush
on one’s cheeks,
I cannot say, it’s something that was planned.
The sun, who has witnessed the development smirks;
I have never craved for ways
that don’t bode well with my disposition,
never craved for what isn’t mine,
it’s meaningless,
a sort of darkness that is battled on a daily basis,
the key here
is to embrace it fully, so much so that light within us
extinguishes the dark completely—
it’s a blend of mauve belief and orange tenacity.
Oh look; the wood thrush is singing.
Photo credits: Picture taken last Sunday on Eid-ul-Adha.
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Truman Capote, ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s.’ Come join us! ❤️
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18 Responses
Sanaa- you have deftly woven a lovely poem of hope and optimism. Stunning lines, but my favorite stanza is this:
It’s better to look at the sky, as soulful hymns
tear apart the violent gusts,
greeting the vast white chiffon of day,
deliberation overflows,
and before you know it, the leafy green treetops
accentuated in contrast of colour
bow down,
as though asking for price of admission—
it’s a funny thing to both unravel the fibres of
one’s being and be afraid.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt)
A beautiful response filled with colors and nature, with the authentic self embracing the light fully. I love that second stanza of gazing at the sky and seeing the light and color of the treetops.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
Such a great poem – full of poetic description and your own self.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
The entire thing is quite engaging, but it’s that second stanza that really satisfies, for me.
Thank you so much, Shay 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This poem is a sensory delight, engaging and immersive. Very well done!
Thank you so much, Christopher 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
In the middle between vivid imagery we get gems:
“it’s a funny thing to both unravel the fibres of
one’s being and be afraid.” how long will I chew over this philosophy? A long, long time. I loved the ending, really loved the way it seemed casually thrown in. I have missed your verse that becomes part of one’s existence.
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Stunning poem, Sanaa! Couldn’t find any Share or Reblog button.
Thank you so much, Reena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love this, especially the last verse which brings that revelation, to embrace the darkness overcoming it with our light.
Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
First of all belated Eid Mubarak, Sanaa. That’s a gorgeous pic. 😍
Beautiful title and poem, this line truly resonated with me, “never craved for what isn’t mine,”💖💖
Belated Eid Mubarak to you too! Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️