Feels like I have been here before,
the sights
and sounds seem familiar even though I haven’t set foot
upon the ground,
by day the city is bathed in light,
a shade of soft gold
I experience a sugar rush while sipping cherry lime ricky
at Tom’s restaurant,
how many hours of peace can I keep in my pocket?
I wonder
as light is replaced by unrelenting blackness of night,
with time
I have learned that you aren’t born with wings
but take a moment
and try to answer what seems to be a simple question,
can we write silence?
can we attempt to supersede negativity with possibility?
The wind carries with it a hint of ache
the way it persists,
it could almost be another season in another place
but I wouldn’t wish to be anywhere
but here,
as I experience a moment of epiphany that befalls
like a rich blanket of mauve,
you see
the key to dealing with obstacles is to remain calm
for not all storms are meant to disrupt
our life pattern,
some are only meant to push towards direction
of dreams,
yes it feels like I have been here before
the sights
and sounds seem familiar even though I haven’t set foot
upon the ground;
vision is the first step towards achieving the impossible.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for “Poems in April” @ Real Toads
Posted on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
“The wind carries with it a hint of ache
the way it persists,
beautiful. The ending lines really are true – and that photo – man I have to go to that spot next time I’m in Manhattan…
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
you see
the key to dealing with obstacles is to remain calm
for not all storms are meant to disrupt
our life pattern
This is so wise, Sanaa. I visited new York 30 years ago, and now it seems like a dream to me. Reading your poem brought the dream back to life.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the image you chose, Sanaa, and what it has inspired you to write, especially the lines:
‘how many hours of peace can I keep in my pocket?
I wonder
as light is replaced by unrelenting blackness of night’
and
‘The wind carries with it a hint of ache
the way it persists,
it could almost be another season in another place
but I wouldn’t wish to be anywhere
but here’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
What a wonderful photo, which inspired a lovely poem. I especially love “how many hours of peace can I keep in my pocket?”
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Yes,, vision is the first step toward achieving the impossible indeed! I really like the reflectiveness of your words. So much to contemplate….hmmm, can we write silence? Really an interesting question.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
What beautiful language you used in this poem Sanaa that draws the reader in and holds them in a spell to the very last line. Another wonderful piece of work.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A fascinating, intriguing piece. And what an arresting question – can we write silence? Now that you’ve suggested it, you can bet I’m going to have to try – many times, no doubt. 😀
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
Nothing is impossible to those who have vision.
Definitely 😉 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
The below is my favorite part Sanaa – there is deep wisdom in these words.
for not all storms are meant to disrupt
our life pattern,
some are only meant to push towards direction
of dreams,
Thank you so much, Truedessa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
There is so much beauty in your words
I particularly like
Can we write silence?
and how some storms are only meant to push us towards our dreams
And
The rich blanket of mauve
Beautiful Sanaa
Thank you so much, Namratha 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This is a beautiful description of a contemplative moment in time. I particularly like ” how many hours of peace can I keep in my pocket?” and there are many other lovely phrases in this poem. Enjoyed it so much 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Another beautifully rendered piece, Sanaa.
‘ not all storms are meant to disrupt
our life pattern,
some are only meant to push towards direction
of dreams’
A wonderful line … and so true. Actually, it dovetails rather splendidly with the story I posted this week for Poetry Pantry about ‘watershed moments’. Our poetic muse seems to be in tandem, today.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“How many hours of peace can I keep in my pocket?” and “Can we write silence” these lines are golden Sanaa! I think this poem is a new favorite for me of yours. So full of depth and a need for reflection. Simply amazing!
Thank you so much, Carrie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
…and with words added to vision, you asked some very important questions- all the while knitting a beautiful narrative.
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
This is gorgeous. Love the way you’ve woven in every sense and yet kept a dreaminess.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Full of dreams and dare, this one. Happy Sunday Sanaa
Thanks for droppkng by my sumie Sunday
Much💚love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Much🌻🌷🌹love
I love this reflection, words born from an image that become real. Beautiful writing.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Beautiful refection. Wonderful!
Thank you so much, Ayala 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Can we write silence.. love that..
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
a very thoughtful poem.
sometimes we do experience that, a sense of deja vu, that the sights and sounds of a moment we have seen or heard before.
“can we write silence?” we can try, and i think poets will. 🙂
Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Sanaa, you wrote this sooo nicely, until you reached the end I was thinking that you were there now. Your first line, using the word, ‘before”. Mind went to ‘before what?’ And it thought it was before now, being there now. But I enjoyed I much, even enjoyed the trick of my mind . Your use of “haven’t ” in the second sentence was the cle.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“yes it feels like I have been here before
the sights
and sounds seem familiar even though I haven’t set foot
upon the ground;
vision is the first step towards achieving the impossible.”
Killer closing lines to a lovely thought experiment. I always enjoy reading your work. 😊
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
“Can we write silence” – Love that line, Sanaa. You also picked one of the most beautiful places for your photo. What can I say? I was born and bred in good old Brooklyn!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️