I wonder often why we wish to bear
o’ hours of throe and mournful din,
sigh and bleed, withering leaves ―
feel angst and bliss of wintry wind.
Your touch as though sizzling flame
with eyes that long in darkness pelt.
This comforts although acute is pain,
in pools of conjecture would never
drown again.
And though I’d prefer to rejoice in the
rain, couldn’t bear to tear myself away
from the mist.
Photo credits: Pinterest
“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.”
– Tennessee Williams, Conversations with Tennessee Williams
Posted on Sunday Mini Challenge @ Real Toads
62 Responses
Emotions tie themselves to weather… but not always in the way we first expect… sometimes we are singing in the rain.
Most definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Bjorn 🙂
When in darkness, we almost always yearn for light… and vice versa. I wonder if this is some sort of the-grass-being-greener-on-the-other-side effect. I wonder if one we get there, we’ll find ourselves wishing for yellow blades.
Perhaps man is never really satisfied with his circumstances. Thank you for the inspiring prompt, Magaly ❤️
The mist comforts when you cannot bear the light.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Rajani 🙂
An excellent choice of quote as inspiration for your gracious poem.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
To be wrapped in mist can sometimes be what a confused soul needs.
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We can cry along with the rain or dance in it for it’s mood is set by us much like the sun, the mist or fog, cloudy skies or clear for there is joy for some and others tears. What a beautiful reflective piece this is Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 good to see you ❤️
A magnificent poem, Sanaa.
Thank you kindly, Vera 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Lovely, Sanaa, as always x
Thank you so much, Kim ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
“This comforts although acute is pain,”
getting too cozy the soul of adventure looks to the mist of mystery and intrigue; thats the way i see it
Have a nice Sunday Sanaa
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
Happy Sunday to you as well ? Much love back..
I love the quote tucked underneath – yes..sometimes we must hold onto a little of the dark before the rain washes away the day
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Jae 😀
Very powerful. Tying emotions to weather is not an easy thing to do as if not done well can come across as trite and cliched – you’ve fallen well clear of that trap! Love the opening stanza.
Thank you so much, Paul! 😀 Good to see you ❤️
I admire how your poetic language is so much like that of the old classical poets.
Thank you so much, Sherry ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
Once I looked up “Brume,” your images flew together in a delicious jam. Is it winter herself speaking? Or someone who has a choice to stay or leave? We walk in the mists that goddesses weave.
Thank you so much, Susan 🙂 for your kind comment ❤️ Good to see you!
PS: Both your interpretations fit! Could be either 😀
Brilliant poem, Sanaa. Loved reading it 🙂
Thank you so much, Purba ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
There is something beautiful about both rain and mist and we can feel emotionally drawn to the comfort that sort of melancholy brings, if that makes sense 🙂
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, C.C 🙂
Whoa! Awesome discovery of the “mist before the rain”= intuition… insightful piece.
ZQ
Thank you so much, ZQ 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I like your quote choice and the introspective poem it produced.
Thank you so much, Rommy 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
OH, that last verse..really tore at my heart…
Thank you so much, Truedessa 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I also like the quote and where you took it,
Elizabeth
Thank you kindly, Elizabeth 🙂 good to see you ❤️
A mesmerizing, emotive close on this. I think that mist is probably more mystic and serene than rain – perhaps, more contemplative and introspective, as well. Lovely poetry.
Thank you so much, Wendy 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I always feel like I’m in a dream while reading your poetry. Or fairy tale. Magic.
Thank you so much, Colleen 🙂 good to see you ❤️
You transport me to another age with your use of language. So beautiful, and so fitting to the quote.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Very insightful and thought provoking. Most can rejoice in the rain but for some, the magic comes, from wandering about in the mist. Love the Tennessee Williams Quote.
Definitely! Thank you soo much, Rall! 🙂 Good to see you ❤️
And though I’d prefer to rejoice in the
rain, couldn’t bear to tear myself away
from the mist.
To rejoice in the wonders of nature is a wonderful thing!
Hank
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Hank ?
“I wonder often why we wish to bear
o’ hours of throe and mournful din,” Something I wonder about as well. This is a lovely poem Perhaps the answers are hidden in the mist.
Thank you so much, Linda 🙂 for your thoughtful comment ❤️
Vey nice! Emotions are so tied to the weather, a sunny day is like a good mood. Have a nice week!
Thank you kindly, Bekkie 🙂 You too, have a wonderful week ❤️
Lovely writing. 🙂
Thank you so much, Paul 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
How deliciously you re-acquaint us English-speakers with our own language! (In that, you remind me of my late second husband, Bill Nissen, who came to Australia from Holland at 15, knowing no English, taught himself and fell in love with the language.)
And what an interesting book that must have been to read.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 the book was definitely a treat!❤️
really enjoyed this mystical ‘diddy’ (my use of diddy signifies…a little tune or hum that emotes in spontaneity). lovely !
Thank you so much, Marco 🙂 so glad you liked it.
Beautiful verse and rhythm- preferring the mist to rain. A tender read…bkm
Thank you so much, Mackenzie 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Love the ending on this, Sanaa. I did have to look up Brume, though.
Thank you so much, Sara 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️