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Your absence
stings soft and pulls nearer to the heart
holding on to sessions of sweet and silent thoughts
Your absence
stings soft as though buds of crimson fire
stirring up hopes and dreams of endless desire
Your absence
stings soft and floods the heart like rain
surges through the blood and pulses through the vein
Your absence
stings soft and rouses love and passion
urging nature to bend her rules to perceive fervid pattern



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Posted for ‘Midweek Motif’ @ Poets United

Posted on ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads

70 Replies to “Absence”

  1. Like a stinging nettle – this form of absence always hard to endure.
    Beauty penned in your ink, Sanaa.
    Hope your days are filled with sunshine.

  2. I couldn’t help but think of ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ – in this instance it is far past fond and well on the way to passionate 🙂

  3. Beautiful….there’s something satin about the tune…/ words../ sound of the voice in this poem! I just love this, Sanaa! ❤️

  4. The true absence of one we truly love is heartbreaking. The absence of an imagined lover is even more sad but in a different way. Absence repeated in your poem says much.

  5. The repetition here really worked wonders and the feel of the piece was curiously romantic and haunting at the same time. It is true it does sting softly.

  6. Such absence… its weight a millstone… the longing burning like fire.

    Love the use of repetition.

  7. What do they day, “absence makes the heart grow fonder?” I enjoyed reading your vignettes. For me, I can’t sleep until not-so wee hours come. We haven’t had many absenses in our 45 years. My other marriage separation was hard as I was caught by surprise.
    Thank you for hosting Tuesday Platform again this week. I Googled your city, it looks marvelous.

  8. Your absence
    stings soft and rouses love and passion
    urging nature to bend her rules to perceive fervid pattern

    Absence can create so much longings in a young heart!


  9. I’ve only just got around to reading this morning as I only finished my exam marking yesterday. So it’s a treat to be reading your poem this morning, Sanaa, before my day starts. What a stunning way to describe absence: ‘stings soft and pulls nearer to the heart’.

  10. From the days of Shakespeare’s sweet silent thought to the present, the absence of a loved one will always sting.

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