Above the clouds a longing takes part, my heart
bleeds while playing with a broken branch in the
evening.
It’s hard to forgive ourselves, while clinging onto
remnants of an impossible past. The sombre sky
and languid flowers, everything’s a muted shade
like a matt photograph in a dimly lit space.
A few years ago I fell apart though in the process
of building myself back up, I learned that amidst
worldly struggles you are allowed to leave a few
broken pieces behind, you are allowed to dream
and become the person that you design yourself
to be.
The calm crepuscular hours, I knelt and poured
my woes into a babbling brook, feeling that the
world was too much with us and yet unfamiliar.
As the last light slips away my eyes open to the
silence of the universe, I’m reminded of beauty,
of hope as the dark comes to write its chapter.
Soon cold and unfeeling rain was falling, above
the clouds a longing takes part, my heart bleeds
while playing with a broken branch in evening.
Photo credits: Crepuscule Heinrich Kuhn
I chose to write inspired by “The world is too much with us” by
William Wordsworth.
Posted for “Kerry’s Challenge” @ Real Toads
Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
It’s hard to forgive ourselves, while clinging onto
remnants of an impossible past. The sombre sky
and languid flowers, everything’s a muted shade
I like the way you have combined emotion with visual elements in this poem. It is deeply introspective.
Thank you so much, Kerry 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
This is so wise and lovely Sanaa! A beautiful message of hope flows through this. I love the new look of your blog as well!!
Thank you so much, Carrie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
It’s hard to forgive ourselves, while clinging onto /
remnants of an impossible past.
This dazzled me. Our fate is never more than bittersweet, but beauty is beyond forgiveness!
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love how you have capture the twilight mood… it’s a moment of choice of finding the right path, but so often we only see the shadows.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️
the broken branch, the matt photograph… nicely portray the emotional outpouring in this poem
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Very vivid imagery you portrayed here with your words. Poignant, yet hopeful write 🙂
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so good to see you ❤️
What overwhelming sadness oozes out of every line Sanaa, mirroring the sepia photograph.. How real the words appear as the narrator pours out their heart to the reader.
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
A personal rendition of the picture, lovely, Sanaa. Every element of the picture was related to by your words.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
you are allowed to leave a few broken pieces behind,…Great line this! It is hard to forgive oneself but, it is the first step to forgiving other. Wise poem.
Thank you so much, Toni 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
you are allowed to leave a few
broken pieces behind… absolutely..well said.
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
I love how your opening image transports us into this wonderful piece of self reflection.
Thank you so much, Jae 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Sad, reflective and beautiful Sanaa.
Yes, it is okay to leave a few broken pieces behind, for how else do we learn, do we grow.
A lovely deep write.
Anna :o]
Thank you so much, Anna ☺️ so glad you liked it ❤️
It is good to always keep hope and to remember that one can always dream and change. We can belabor our hurts for a while as we heal, but then allow ourselves to dream again! Beautiful writing, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Mary ☺️ so good to see you ❤️
I am reminded of books I have read about geishes… remember tomorrow the sun will rise, and everything changes, maybe not in a day, but as certain and the mountains and seas, all will change. Maybe you won’t like the change, but all will change. Happiness awaits you. My Mother told me, in time you will feel different, and it is so.
☺️
The third stanza says it all for me–we must learn to understand that we don’t need to fix all things about ourselves in order to become our greatest, some peaces work best by remind us of what the world can do to us… True growth happens when we continue to be after our circumstances did our best to keep us from being at all.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
As we grow and move through the hurt and pain that life brings, we do indeed leave pieces behind. But I believe we grow new parts to fill in some of these open spaces…..and that is my dream of wholeness and becoming who I know I can be……beautiful, heartfelt words Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Donna 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I so relate to “it’s hard to forgive ourselves while clinging onto remnants of an impossible past.” I like the different format and tone you have used here.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
eyes opening to the silence of universe and being reminded of hope…deep !
we always learn when our mind is at peace…
Thank you so much, Neeraj 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Yes; we must ascend in times of need. Far above the clouds is a good place to be, to look at one’s self and to heal.
Thank you for dropping by my Sunday Standard Sanaa
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Such an accomplished, wise and beautiful poem. Like others, I particularly love:
I learned that amidst
worldly struggles you are allowed to leave a few
broken pieces behind, you are allowed to dream
and become the person that you design yourself
to be.
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!❤️
you are allowed to dream
and become the person that you design yourself
to be.
I love this and so many other lines in your poem. Sad, but beautifully written.
Thank you so much, Myrna 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
The juxtaposition between bleeding heart and broken branch really got my attention.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the way in which you have woven nature through this stunning and impactful piece … which you have imbued with wonderful ‘old soul’ wisdom. This is beautiful writing!
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
It’s hard to forgive ourselves, while clinging onto
remnants of an impossible past.
Very true Sanaa! It gives a strangle hold and keeps bothering all the time!
Hank
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️
Grand_!
__ Raindrops bring tomorrow’s growth; new strength overcomes today’s loss of self. _m
twilight
I scan this days worth
raindrops
Thank you so much, Magyar 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
This is like a beautiful poetic story! 🙂 Enjoyed reading it!
Thank you so much, Vinay 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️