Why do you presume May is anything but a gift?
Feel the evening sun
pouring in through the window,
the random sounds
as one becomes absorbed in ideas that flood
the corridors of mind,
I have long observed blossoms that arrive
like cream cheese frosting on trees in delectable yellows
and pinks
as love greets me, a bittersweet taste against my tongue,
should I die today
would hold memories of you inside impassioned eyelids
and have no regrets,
there is no explanation for moments when an individual learns
the meaning of life,
we mature with experience rather than the passing of years.
Why do you presume May is anything but quiet?
A time when night and day converse
and time adorns the sky with the birthing of dreams
my soul
accepts that uncertainty is what the world offers for free,
and that some of us
fall victim to its lies unfortunately,
you see I am one step closer than I was before to evolving
to higher self,
and though the road seems lonely as a smooth black river
I am shedding
energies that no longer match the colour of choices I make
in fulfilling my destiny.
Photo credits: Jolygram
Posted on Midweek Motif @ Poets United
also on Sanaa’s Challenge @ Real Toads
A wonderful poem of evolution, Sanaa. May is a gift, as is every other month. But the blossoms this month are delighting me so much! Each spring more than the last. A clue: if the road feels lonely, remember you are just starting out – so much will happen to you in the years ahead and for sure loneliness will not last long.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
How moving this is Sanaa. I must confess tears came to my eyes as I read the feeling the narrator had in the sadness in their life that they could not put aside.but would be with them forever. It i not only May that is a gift but every day.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“cream cheese frosting” blossoms!
The perspective of may is so colorful after the monotones of winter that it is the perfect time to wake up and grow. Thank God for May! And yet loss can feel like the only thing there is at times, I too have felt that. There are lots of pauses on the road to enlightenment. (Thank you for your loving comment on my poem.)
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(You are most welcome) 🌹
Love the touch of beauty everywhere. And sometimes bitterness is also a gift to make us grow, rise to a step higher. The poem exploits life so wisely. An amazing gift of a poem, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
Lovely images. Enjoy the gift of May
Mucch🎁love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Much🎁love
Lovely gift indeed for some after a chilling winter. May in India is cruel tho’…
Beautiful lines, as usual Sanaa! Reading your poems is a treat, girl. ❤
Thank you so much, Panchali 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh dearest Sanaa! Your poem speaks straight to the heart. Thank you always for the gift of your beautiful words.
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Khaya 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
May: “…one step closer than I was before…” Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so good to see you ❤️
you see I am one step closer than I was before to evolving
to higher self,
a beautiful way to look at May and everyday of our life…bkm
Thank you so much, Barbara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the title of this poem, Sanaa, and the familiarity of the moment in the lines:
‘Feel the evening sun
pouring in through the window,
the random sounds
as one becomes absorbed in ideas that flood
the corridors of mind’
and
‘A time when night and day converse
and time adorns the sky with the birthing of dreams’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
A wonderful poem!!
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love that phrase – “the colour of choices I make” – a lovely meditation.
Thank you so much, Richard 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
A time when night and day converse
and time adorns the sky with the birthing of dreams
my soul…
A truly magical time of the year.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love May… and the conversation between night and day…
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Presumption often prevents us from seeing what is truly a gift and what is not.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
Wonderful verse ! Apt to celebrate May 🙂
Thank you so much, Pratibha 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️