Where do moments brief go;
with their champagne blush stretching upon vine,
where do moments brief go?
Paces meet and suddenly
we collide head-on with kindred souls,
what was tightly folded before
comes undone—
summer days give us a hint as to why,
we wander deeper knowing not what is to follow.
Tousled emotions are the best kind,
this much I can vouch for,
as thoughts turn to him in every hue and shade,
I am bemused
for he touches me in a way I have never felt before;
mind and soul,
my pastel clouds laud his smoldering greys,
write poetry long after the moon has slept—
I could breathe in words like they are holy,
brush lips against lightly,
the vicissitude of seasons extending through
and through,
where do moments brief go?
And now November poignant readies for winter
and petals once suffused with glow
have traces of white around the edges;
I am uncertain,
for yesterday’s conversation is released to the sky
and distance delicious
births brand new emotion I dare not name—
l turn to wit and brush hours away,
with half a smile,
wrinkled sheets greet scarlet sun, feel heavenly ache
and wonder
if he ever feels me silently admiring him on pages—
it is one of the rarest compliments
to admit
being overwhelmed by sense of someone,
I am falling,
yes I am falling but first tell me, where?
Oh where do moments brief go?
Photo credits: Dark room with opened window, pexels
Mish hosts today at dVerse on Thanksgiving where we share a poem
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Posted for Open Link Night #305 @dVerse Poets Pub
I think moments too often slips by, to catch them would be like drinking water from a sieve… love it.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“write poetry long after the moon has slept—
I could breathe in words like they are holy,”
the brief moments go into writing beautiful poems such as this one, Sanaa <3
Thank you so much, my dearest Laura 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love the winsome questioning in the repetition, ‘where do moments brief go?’ I sense a deep longing infused into each line ❤️
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The yearning here is so palpable, and I know that I could read this again, and again, feeling it stronger each time, the emotion never lessening. I wrote in a previous comment tonight that when one reads poems of such powerful emotion, yet slipping with lines by so smoothy, that reading them well is also an art, and not merely a ‘receptive’ art. I feel that here, that reading this poem well is also a wonderful art in its own right, and it takes poetry of a special quality to create that feeling — felt in the first stunning lines. Such a pleasure to read such powerful poetry.
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Eros is a mighty poetry. And it can only be surrendered to, as you do here. This is the wind.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Nice one Sanaa. Poignant questions of time and the muse
Happy Thursday
Much💛love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Happy Thursday!
Much love back..
So lyrically rich and sweet. Where do I start, Sanaa? You draw us into your moments of “champagne blush stretching upon vine” with an ease that overtakes, like “yesterday’s conversation is released to the sky/and distance delicious/births brand new emotion I dare not name.”
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“tousled emotions are the best kind” I love the feeling in this line.
Thank you so much, Candy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Such a beautiful poem Sanaa. I love how you move from the unexpected to total emersion of mind soul and….
we collide head-on with kindred souls,
what was tightly folded before
comes undone—
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love the stream of thoughts that flow from this uninhibited, the way time and love intertwine and the repetition of “Where do moments brief go?” Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Mish 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautiful! 😍
❤️❤️❤️
Beautifully composed. For some reason, the line “my pastel clouds laud his smoldering greys” really resonated with me.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is a wonderful poem and I identified with it completely..especially the line “and wonder
if he ever feels me silently admiring him on pages—” which, since I fell in love with and married a poet, I took in two different ways. Loved your words.
in two different ways.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Judy 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is so gorgeous, Sanaa! Your poems are always so seductive! My favourite lines:
“what was tightly folded before comes undone”
“tousled emotions are the best kind”
And the overall feeling of longing that comes through (for me anyway!) <3
Hope you are well 🙂
Thank you so much, my dearest Sunra 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(I am good 🙂 hope everything is well with you too!)