Untitled (departing dream or smoke)
Sanaa -
June 1, 2017
Earlier PoemsPoetry

I am lost surrounded by cloud of velvet smoke,
with joy that dims both reality and conscience,
as I retire into the arms of a most willful night.
There’s no denying tobacco with enchantment,
like light breaking from cantaloupe sun.

I sway as though whirlwind in a chestnut forest,
unaware that it’s a mask that engaged my mind,
I stumbled and lost track of both path and time.
There’s no denying tobacco, with enchantment,
like the glimmer of an amorous moon.

But at what cost I thought sighing with the mist
of June.

 

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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

24 Responses

  1. annell4 says:
    June 1, 2017 at 4:33 am

    Nicely done! “A mask that engaged my mind.”

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky says:
    June 1, 2017 at 5:20 am

    I love the canteloupe sun and chestnut forest!!!!

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  3. gillena says:
    June 1, 2017 at 6:02 am

    Nice one Sanaa

    Much love…

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  4. Susan says:
    June 1, 2017 at 8:08 am

    “I am lost surrounded by cloud of velvet smoke,
    with joy that dims both reality and conscience,
    as I retire into the arms of a most willful night.”

    Movies from the 40s and 50s used lighting effects to romanticize smoke into halos and symbolism … and you capture that here. No denying its enchantment at all.

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  5. Old Egg says:
    June 1, 2017 at 10:12 am

    Tobacco is of addictive but also a social identity for the user. I wonder whether it is because we appear to breathe fire like dragons and so think we are stronger? You poem is beautiful and the moon cold though she is gives us mysterious amorous thoughts doesn’t it?

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  6. Thotpurge says:
    June 1, 2017 at 11:35 am

    Cantaloupe sun!! Yes!

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  7. Khaya Ronkainen says:
    June 1, 2017 at 12:31 pm

    Love it! Tempting and inviting piece. But the twist at the end wakes the reader from illusion. Excellent write, Sanaa.

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  8. Sumana Roy says:
    June 1, 2017 at 12:31 pm

    to the smokers smoke has to have that velvet touch…nicely brought out Sana..love your ‘cantaloupe sun’ and the ‘arms of willful night’ both very tempting 🙂

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  9. Jae Rose says:
    June 1, 2017 at 5:19 pm

    I love the sense of being transported to that chestnut forest

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  10. panchali says:
    June 2, 2017 at 1:16 am

    “But at what cost I thought sighing with mists of
    June.”– Even I wonder…is life worth so little? Beautifully penned, Sanaa!

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  11. Marja says:
    June 2, 2017 at 7:10 am

    ” I retire into the arms of a most willful night” and ” I sway as though whirlwind in a chestnut forest” are fantastic lines. I got swayed by your poem. Loved it The picture goes well with it

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  12. Magical Mystical Teacher says:
    June 2, 2017 at 8:53 pm

    There’s always a cost, isn’t there?

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