A Kiss From The Breeze In May Can Mean Anything

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I am comfortable amongst the crashing waves
and with every stretch of rosy sun burn my mouth with anticipation
and Darjeeling tea,
it wasn’t every year that we went on a picnic
how could anyone fail to appreciate the feeling of sand
between toes,
the salty air or the chance to play volleyball with friends,
I am listening to Rilke recite his poem
“I am much too alone in this world,”
where he wishes to unfold himself and become someone else
suddenly tea tastes as honey
and I am left pondering as to why it was irascible a short while ago
why one leaves things to be forgotten in the dark corners
of brain,
why the moon weeps with the onslaught of rain,
nobody can predict what the future beholds,
then why do we rush through life without a second glance?
It doesn’t matter whether the saucy chaffinch can sing,
it doesn’t matter
whether lovers who once wrapped their eyes around each other
are estranged,
you appeared in a dream and whispered such things to me
and I in that moment knew
you were art forever evolving,
and in the end despair gives us nothing but a poem
I am comfortable amongst the crashing waves,
let me be drunk on laughter until the night urges me to go home.

 

Photo credits: Jolygram

Posted for ‘Toni’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads

& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub

and on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses

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Comments

  1. “Why the moon weeps with the onslaught of rain”- BIG SIGH. So beautiful Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  2. Jane Dougherty says:

    There’s an expectancy about this. Waiting for the rain perhaps?

    1. Sanaa says:

      Absolutely 😉 thanks for stopping by, Jane ❤️

  3. Xenia Tran says:

    A beautiful write Sanaa, I especially love ‘I am comfortable amongst the crashing waves,
    let me be drunk on laughter until the night urges me to go home’ xxx

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Xenia 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  4. Great imagery, though I’ve never read ,or listened to, Rilke at a picnic

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Larry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  5. A wonderful reflective moment, the draw, the magic of the seashore, the introspection, more lost love recall. I like the lines /you were art forever evolving/ and /let me be drunk on laughter/.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  6. Jade Li says:

    I sense regret but also acceptance. Let the joy of the beach suffice until you’re too tired to do anything but fall asleep in the space after. Beautiful poetry, Sanaa!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Jade Li 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️

  7. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I love this… there is such a bittersweet feeling in being there with the waves… with maybe just a faint imprint of a picnic left.

    The poetry is like footprints in the sand.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  8. I like your poems of May. The last two lines are killer. Thank you for posting to my prompt!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

  9. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice line: “you were art forever evolving,”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  10. Grace says:

    I specially like: you were art forever evolving. Thanks for joining dVerse OpenLinkNight.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  11. I love this, especially the lines from “It doesnt matter whether the sassy chaffinch can sing” onwards. Wow!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  12. Vivian Zems says:

    I was carried on the waves of this poem from beginning to end. Thank you 🙂

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  13. robtkistner says:

    As I get older, I become more and more dumbfounded that so many people, put their heads down in life, and plow forward pursuing money and “stuff”, frequently missing the miracle that is the world in which we live. The amazing energy of this planet upon which we travel through space and our fold of time. It’s this world that is the prize for our collective of beings, and this phase of awareness we currently share – the beauty we can create and share in harmony with it. The art, the music, the poetry, the love! It is not the money, not the “stuff”. So many of us are living inside out, quite unmiraculously. I don’t understand? It seems obvious why so many enter their venerable years, bitter and unhappy. Trump is the poster child for soulless, unhappy, and bitter. I don’t understand?!

    1. Sanaa says:

      😬😬

  14. I love how despair gives us a poem … from that dark corner of the brain! A beautiful and thought provoking poem! Well done!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  15. A pensive picnic perhaps, Sanaa. I love the lines:
    ‘…with every stretch of rosy sun burn my mouth with anticipation
    and Darjeeling tea’
    and
    I am comfortable amongst the crashing waves,
    let me be drunk on laughter until the night urges me to go home.
    I agree with Roth about despair .

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  16. Jim says:

    A nice fun outing, Sanaa. I liked it all, even the sand between the toes which personally for myself I never want to do again.
    ..

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  17. Astrid's Words says:

    Beautiful words to capture the essence of life.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Astrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  18. So much in here to ponder. Wonderful title, and those last two lines. . .sometimes all we have is a poem, but perhaps sometimes that is enough.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️

  19. why do we rush through life without a second glance?

    I will take this line with me today and think on it…bkm

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Barbara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  20. Teresa says:

    This is beautiful.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Teresa 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  21. annell4 says:

    What a beautiful write!!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  22. James Feeney says:

    evocative poem…full of images that resonate…an undercurrent of nostalgia…well done…JIM

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, James 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  23. Barry says:

    This left me with a wistful, nostalgic feeling. Loved these lines:

    “it doesn’t matter
    whether lovers who once wrapped their eyes around each other
    are estranged,”

    Oh my… you have such a way with metaphor… lovely.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️

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