Had I but enough sense; would follow the light,
hold hands
and meander into fields of lavender,
to the other side—
soothing and sweet,
it binds one to conviction as twilight fades
and shadows take the reins,
I am tired of these tears blinding me,
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be; this isn’t how it’s
supposed to be.
Do you feel like you don’t belong?
Feel flat like cardboard, with a surreal past
undulating as smoke,
this setting feels so wrong,
the body left behind with only empty shells
to find, the mind
having abandoned hope is being led astray,
stop— breathe and focus,
it’s just an illusion that won’t let go,
come, gaze at the sun
and observe
as anxieties and ghosts dissipate
and dolor turns to ash,
come bathe in the light; come bathe in the light.
I am a Poet sustained by fire,
effortlessly bending glimpses when sun
and survey align;
I speak in a tongue ahead of its age,
aware of darkness that intends to assault—
there is an earthly scent to it,
which surprises when we get too close to it,
only to find green blood
of torn out flowers
and individualism dead on the ground,
this is something that’s been going on since the
beginning of time.
Come, run barefoot with me, however strange
it may seem,
sway with the erratic beat of the wind,
and feel as light consumes—
one is but easily distracted by human woes,
by stem of ache that grows,
come engineer the mind to laugh,
to remain intact behind a slight disguise,
we live in a world
where drifting mist is forever in search
of a lost bird;
remember not to fall for its pretty words.
Oh look, the sun is setting.
Photo credits: Cup of coffee near white-petaled flowers, Unsplash.
Poem inspired by the title of John Milton’s poetic masterpiece, “When I consider
how my light is spent.”
Sarah is our lovely hostess at dVerse Pub where she invites us to write poems
inspired by light. Come join us! 💘
Posted for Poetics: Saint Lucy’s Day @dVerse Poets Pub
we live in a world
where drifting mist is forever in search
of a lost bird;
What a beautiful image! I like the way the poet drifts between darkness and light, and I love that last line!
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
I love how you managed to find the light… it made me think of a sunflower turning toward the sun, and it feels so nice to be able to have such light inside.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Very well done, Sanaa! We need a Dash or your Sunny as we enter this dark cold season. I like your warning to watch out for the dark forces at work in the world.
…only to find green blood of torn out flowers
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A very encouraging flight of words, Sanaa. I think the mist does hover, waiting to get us lost.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
I enjoyed the invitation to meander and run barefoot alongside of the poet!
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I like that you borrowed your title from a Milton poem, Sanaa, that is not often read these days. Perhaps something to consider for a future prompt. I also like the way sadness drips through your poem in tears, anxieties and ghosts, although the poet stands strong, sustained by fire, and thank you for the invitation to run barefoot.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 yes, the title served as a springboard for this poem. I don’t think I could have done without it. I am pleased you liked it! 💄❤️
I would recognise this poem as yours, Sanaa, a stream of consciousness or dreamlike sequence of images all lovely even when I’m not sure where they’re going. I agree with Sarah’s comment entirely.
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Interesting tge twists abd turns of the light in this one.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Much💌love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love back 🍹🎁
I am a Poet sustained by fire, effortlessly bending glimpses when sun and survey align ~~~ this is YOU and I will run barefoot with you any time you ask. Love this poem.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautiful. As always <3
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This certainly resonated for me, Sanaa. I especially liked dolor turning to ash, but it is the entirety of the piece that really spoke to me.
Thank you so much, Shay 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is wonderful Sanaa! So much fantastic imagery, and the rhythm with the long and short lines really pulls the reader along.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
So lovely! All those interesting images… “where drifting mist is forever in search
of a lost bird” ~ my favorite 🙂
Thank you so much, Paula 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Beautiful imagery, light amongst darkness and that beautiful last stanza! Gorgeous writing, Sanaa. 💖💖
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
So many beautiful images, and the advice to breathe it all in was wonderful. This stanza ‘I am a Poet sustained by fire,
effortlessly bending glimpses when sun
and survey align;
I speak in a tongue ahead of its age,
aware of darkness that intends to assault’ gave me goosebumps. Well done, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Tanmay 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️