I keep a quiet bloom hidden beneath my ribs,
where dusk
hums like distant trains–
it opens only when I forget to be careful,
spilling soft light through
every crack,
teaching my darkness how to breathe,
how to become
something tender, something unafraid, again.
Photo credits: Like a Cat by Fabian Perez, Pinterest.
Posted for Quadrille #247 @dVerse Poets Pub
20 Responses
Sigh…..absolutely beautiful, my dear!
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🥂
How delicious Sanaa 💕
I love dusk humming like a train!
A beautiful quiet poem.
🌸❤️❤️❤️
The image of that bloom in darkness is wonderful… made me think of the scent of those night-blooming flowers.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A gorgeous quadrille, Sanaa. I especially love the simile ‘dusk
hums like distant trains’ and the thought of ‘teaching my darkness how to breathe’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Such a stunning write, Sanaa! Love the closing line. ❤️❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
‘..teaching my darkness haw to breathe’….Aaahhhh
A dusky and evocative poem, Sanaa!
Sanaa, this is absolutely stunning. I’ve read this four times and each read makes me love this more and more. 🌸❤️🌸
Nicely done poem.
Excellent write Sanaa 👏
That slow steady ache is accented by the final word of ‘again’. Knowing that, teaches us to get there quicker 👍
I love the passion and mystery to this wonderful poem – Jae
wow what a beautiful poem.
This is a stunning poem, the unsaid that’s imagined as impactful as what’s written.
Bravi!!!
Much lovd