Gasping asphodels raise themselves
in towers of green then pause—
they observe the clouds
full of sorrow
and choose to bring something soft.
I follow suit and write odes,
my bare skin humbled at the honesty
of the wind;
death is but a dream.
Photo credits: White Asphodel, Pinterest
Poem inspired by the song ‘Death is only a dream’ by The Stanley Brothers.
Posted for Quadrille #171: Poetry is a kind of Gasp @dVerse Poets Pub
42 Responses
Melancholic but beautiful, Sanaa! ❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“they observe the clouds
full of sorrow
and choose to bring something soft”
How beautiful. I love that.
Thank you so much, Shawna 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Beautiful specially with this line: choose to bring something soft. Thank you Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“my bare skin humbled at the honesty ”
Such charming words to craft your quadrille. Thanks for dropping by my blog today.
Much💜love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love back 🍹💕
So beautiful, Sanaa! I know you don’t often write short poems, but this is exquisite.
“my bare skin humbled at the honesty
of the wind” 💙💙
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
my bare skin humbled at the honesty
of the wind;
That is just beautiful, Sanaa! Absolutely gorgeous writing.
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Asphodels ought to be full of sorrow. So apt and melancholic.
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
your off-rhymes are so subtle and delicate, Sanna ~ just delicious…
Sincerely,
David
Thank you so much, David 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Yea for Sanaa!! It is hard to write an Ode that says bad things
about the subject. Maybe you know, it won’t be an ode then?
This is very nice, I was not familiar with the asphodels, I may
seen some at Dubia, Aba Dhabi, or Katar but didn’t know what
they were. Not exactly similar to our lilies.
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Loved the closing liness.
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This is truly exquisite, Sanaa. I loved “my bare skin humbled at the honesty
of the wind”.
Thank you so much, Dale 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I loved that odes line 🤍
Thank you so much, Jay 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Loving this poem, it hits the heart very profoundly.
Thank you so much, Aboli 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
I gasped at “humbled at the honesty of the wind”.
The wind is another gasp, and moves those clouds, with which you illustrated the poem, and which gave the ashpodels pause for thought.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Kathy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is whimsical and sort of a Dark Way, Sanaa. I like the mystery in it.
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Loved that turn at the end Sanaa. Nice!
Pat
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“I follow suit and write odes,
my bare skin humbled at the honesty
of the wind;
death is but a dream. ”
Splendid, Sanaa. 🙂
Thank you so much, Kitty 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“the honesty of the wind” – love that
Thank you so much, Jewish Young 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
And all this time I thought life is but a dream. Wonderful poem.
Thank you so much, Bill 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
love love LOVE the idea of flowers gasping!
Thanks again so much for covering this week.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, De 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You’re most welcome! 🥂💕
“my bare skin humbled at the honesty
of the wind;”
A lovely line in this beautiful poem.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️