I can’t say that logic is preferable, more so
than emotion,
it is an idea, a buttered notion that goes against
the core beliefs that one harbors
as a romantic Poet, that being said;
I’d like to think that certain revelations of truth
occur when one is alone
with his or her thoughts and feelings;
how else
would we learn that to melt is akin to snowfall
touching the skin.
Misread I may be, but inconspicuous I most
certainly am not;
I draw from the depths of sensibility,
so that I may discern waves that tenderly brush
against the sky,
I hold fervor as seeds in the cup of my hand,
and strive to pour on paper,
so that you can meet me on the other side of
my words–
it’s really not that hard to accomplish if that’s
what I decide to do.
This is my confession; from the very first
storm I have felt
poetry erupt in the heart’s city at dusk,
and ever since then
I have waltzed with runaway yesterdays,
twirling under the moon
as the last blooms of the season retire,
I figure Lord Byron wouldn’t be displeased.
And though I have seen some truly harrowing
things in life,
I know what it is to grow,
it can be useful when one wishes to simultaneously
bring forth an image or quality into focus–
I sift cemeteries and rose gardens
on days when the world feels like it has come
to an end,
it’s not the first time that woe’s cold kiss is
frosting my breath.
I am a romantic Poet, who sometimes confuses
her own heartbeat with footsteps,
though it hasn’t been a total loss,
the last time I checked; oh look, the sun’s starting to set.
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42 Responses
I love the insight into what it means being a romantic poet… though I think Byron really treated his wife and daughter very badly, making them both turn to science and logic.
Oh wow I didn’t know that. Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Love your perspective on the meaning of a romantic poet. The whole 3rd stanza particularly stands out for me. And love that you hold on to your beliefs despite: it’s not the first time that woe’s cold kiss is
frosting my breath.
Thank you so much, Grace 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
“I sift cemeteries and rose gardens
on days when the world feels like it has come
to an end,” exquisite line, Sanaa. With life, it’s something you learn to accept about it. Beautiful writing with deep feelings embedded.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
I so enjoyed your ‘Confessions of a Romantic Poet, Sanaa. I especially love the idea ‘that to melt is akin to snowfall / touching the skin’ and the lines:
‘… from the very first
storm I have felt
poetry erupt in the heart’s city at dusk,
and ever since then
I have waltzed with runaway yesterdays,
twirling under the moon’.
These lines also stand out:
I sift cemeteries and rose gardens
on days when the world feels like it has come
to an end,
it’s not the first time that woe’s cold kiss is
frosting my breath.’
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 🥰 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
Amazing poetry which leaves one feeling almost breathless at its end, which is a tribute to your mastery of Romanticism’s most affecting qualities. I especially loved this at the heart of the poem: “I draw from the depths of sensibility” — Indeed, and you do it with grace and abandon. 💖
You are so kind! Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
So many wonderful lines, Sanaa!
I’ll just pick out this:
“from the very first
storm I have felt
poetry erupt in the heart’s city at dusk,
and ever since then
I have waltzed with runaway yesterdays,
twirling under the moon” 💙💙💙
Oh, are you a Romantic poet? Hahaha 😉
Hahahaha! Thank you so much, Merril 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💙💙💙
Sanaa, I appreciate the way you explore the interplay between logic and emotion, creating a delicate dance of words that resonates with authenticity. Well done!
~David
Thank you so much, David 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A really nice poem illustrating what you want us to do at d’Verse.
I loved these lines…
I hold fervor as seeds in the cup of my hand,
and strive to pour on paper,
so that you can meet me on the other side of
my words–
This is such a great image… meeting you on the other side of your words!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I liked the same lines as Dwight did. Great minds think alike.
I’ve had a long day. I hope you can accept my more than meager contribution to the prompt.😉
Thank you so much, Melissa 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
A good read, Saana. And the novel way of ending, just ‘set the sun’. Thank you for the prompt idea, it was challenging because I generally don’t use colloquialisms, especially idioms.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
what a stunning poem
let there be many more sun sets
Amen! Thank you so much, Rog 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
‘I sift cemeteries and rose gardens’
Love that line!
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Dear Sanna, You are the epitome of “A Romantic Poet” …. Your writing style is incredibly relatable … love the way “we meet” reading one anothers’ poems. I have waltzed with runaway yesterdays, twirling under the moon ~~~~ deep sigh.
I seem to have the hardest time typing your lovely name. I will try harder next time. Promise.
You are so kind! Thank you so much, Helen 🥰 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
That’s all right! No worries! xx
‘I am a romantic Poet, who sometimes confuses
her own heartbeat with footsteps,
though it hasn’t been a total loss,
the last time I checked; oh look, the sun’s starting to set.’ You truly are a romantic poet! This has depth and romance throughout.
Thank you so much, Carol 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
As always, such amazing turns of phrase here, but I especially love the conceit of pouring words onto paper like seeds from the cup of your hand. What a perfect image.
(and some of them inevitably fall on the floor, and you can never find them again)
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Alexandra 🥰 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
And though I have seen some truly harrowing
things in life,
I know what it is to grow,
The entire poem is a landscape in itself. It unfurls like a painting ❤️ Your verse never fails to touch the heart, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Aboli 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Sanaa, Sanaa…you are a fabulous romantic poet! (And I appreciate the experiment with litotes.)
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you enjoyed the poem and prompt! 💄❤️
“I hold fervor as seeds in the cup of my hand,
and strive to pour on paper,
so that you can meet me on the other side of
my words– ”
“from the very first
storm I have felt
poetry erupt in the heart’s city at dusk,
and ever since then
I have waltzed with runaway yesterdays,
twirling under the moon
as the last blooms of the season retire, ”
You are a truly romantic poet with words that melt the heart.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Sanaa, what a stunning write! I wish I could pick one favourite line…I will end up quoting the entire poem! Exquisite writing, as always. ❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
So many great lines here Sanaa, the whole is a joy to read and the last line is wonderful and worthy of a smile.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️