Autumn reflections in rose apple red and
gold frame the village,
where a musician composes his thoughts
and stirs a potpourri of words–
a cluster of houses scattered here
and there, with cascade of duskiness
in shades of sapphire and gunmetal grey,
I watch him run up a spiral staircase to
the skies with mayhem on his lips.
The songbirds are lonely;
you will find them in coves perched upon
green vines, in the innocence of morning
and outside a bakehouse,
their harmonies resonate tenderly, sing
a lovelier song for they are not broken,
nor have they sinned–
I walk back with them to memories
where I have drenched,
some bonds aren’t meant to be explained.
Today I need the lyrics; as clouds range
from sea salt to abalone,
the village, rhythmically engaged in its
world, listens through
the window pane, stare upon shadow
of trees swaying in the wind,
and ask me to tell them my favorite thing
about the rain.
I tell them, it’s just that the rain knows
what to do, when it finds me
hiding my heart away every now and then.
The musician fills vacuum in the atmosphere
with thulian pink and vulnerabilities,
I listen and whisper quietly the words
I need to breathe,
as autumn kisses the blushing leaves
and prepares us for a variety of experiences,
the village sleeps and
becomes the paperweight that holds
my words to something;
there is no telling what a pen stroke might
or might not reveal. I write on.
Photo credits: American Village by Edward Hopper, wikiart.org
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28 Responses
I enjoyed your reflections on American Village💕🌹
Thank you so much, my dearest Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love the sense of how you seem to find strength in the melancholy expressed by the autumn in a silent village. The paperweight to hold the words is an excellent view as if the sorrow of a sudden wind might scatter them otherwise.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is marvelous!
I love “I watch him run up a spiral staircase to
the skies with mayhem on his lips.
The songbirds are lonely;
you will find them in coves perched upon
green vines, in the innocence of morning”
I love how you weaved the five senses throughout, especially your use of color.
Thank you so much, Melissa 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Wonderful imagery! I especially smitten with these words:
“clouds range
from sea salt to abalone, ”
and
“autumn kisses the blushing leaves “
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😍 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A stunning poem, Sanaa. <3
I am constantly in awe of your vivid imagery.
~David
Thank you so much, David 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
You are such a stunning writer.
❤️❤️❤️
Oh, this is gorgeous, Sanaa! I really loved the second stanza, but then the third, and the fourth–and perfect ending. 💙
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 I enjoyed composing this particular piece 💄❤️
Very beautifully done. I like the singing innocence of the birds!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I like “shades of sapphire and gunmetal grey.”
Thank you so much, Priscilla 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Beautiful imagery! Awesome poem, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Jay 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Happy you found tubes of paint in this village shaded like the desire to write poems.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
some bonds aren’t meant to be explained… Ah!
some days I need the lyrics …. Yes
thank you for sharing these, your own extraordinary lyrics, and those sea-salt clouds, Sanaa
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kathy 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
So important for our words to be held, and be held to something. Principles, oath or a desk
Thank you so much, Eric 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Thank you for taking me for a day in an American village, Sanaa, in my favourite season too! A vivid, colourful and sensual poem. I love the musician composing his thoughts and stirring a ‘potpourri of words’, and the lines:
‘I tell them, it’s just that the rain knows
what to do, when it finds me
hiding my heart away every now and then’.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️