Must we drink dregs of customs,
watch as fledgling
flings itself towards Orion’s eye,
it would take too much time to explain
as to why lips are burning shut,
why desolation
despite being so far from the observatory
feels real,
the will to survive is extraordinary and
at times overwhelming,
can fashion some form of normality
even out of the darkest hour.
I converse with heavens, make a few notes
and go for a midnight walk,
moon beams guide
my steps
between tree shadows
and unfathomable tracks, all the while
putting up with apathy of owls.
Conviction, it is believed, is as though fingers
delicately plucking a harp,
singing songs
when one is convinced that he has lost his
voice—I wait,
and wait under the sky
until my heart becomes a rhythm that echoes;
can we go back to when everything was simple?
Also for Day 4 of April Poetry Writing Month ~
Photo Credits: Hotel. This is the Kulmhotel Gornergrat Observatory, Switzerland,
by John McKaveney
Lillian is our lovely hostess at dVerse where she invites us to write inspired from
photographs by her friend from San Diego: John McKaveney ❤️
Posted for Poetics: Stepping out of this world @dVerse Poets Pub
24 Responses
Recapturing simplicity is going to be difficult, if not impossible. I smiled at this line, Sanaa .. ‘all the while
putting up with apathy of owls’ ~ your poem is deep and satisfying.
Thank you so much, my dear Helen 😘 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
It’s said that what’s been lost can never be recaptured, but as your words prove, it can ever still be desired even as “we converse with the heavens.” So beautifully done, Saana. Love every word.
Thank you so much, Dora 🥰 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A beautiful post to the prompt. I love this specific detail “all the while
putting up with apathy of owls.” It made me smile. And of course, I always like when you end with a question….drawing the reader in as you converse with him/her.
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂
A pensive monologue at midnight, Sanaa! These lines ring true:
‘the will to survive is extraordinary and
at times overwhelming,
can fashion some form of normality
even out of the darkest hour’.
I feel for those poor apathetic owls, and I too often wish to go back to when everything was simple.
Thank you so much, Kim 🥰 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I do not think everything has ever been simple… we do have a challenge as free wills to live with the complexity of the world… we as poets have a large mission to embrace the complexity.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad the poem and its imagery spoke to you 💄❤️
Your opening is perfect, Sanaa. I love the idea of dregs of customs and traditions!
Well done.
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
That last question seems to hover over all of our other questions.
Thank you so much, Kerfe 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
What a thought-provoking and soul-searching monologue,Sanaa! If only it could be simple…sigh! Gorgeous!❤️❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Sanaa, I see you as the observatory in this photo, looking out with not only cold vision but with heart. Beautiful writing.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautiful writing specially that whole second stanza. It is magical to wait and watch the sky, and hearing the rhythm.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love the conversing with the Heavens, making notes, and the apathy of owls.
Thank you so much, Melissa 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love the second stanza, and yes, let’s go. back to simplicity.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️