Morning
tiptoed silently into the darkened room,
followed by clouds
that blush like tangerine and plum
as I wake with dreams merely forgotten
not erased.
~ a moment when we know it’s December ~
Leaves
detach from boughs and are translucent
as paper
urging me to gather fragments of thoughts
and recognize ardor that longs to meld
with the written word.
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Behind every calm demeanor there lies
unrest
knowing political language is as cherry tart
filled with guile,
and that oppressed are left with only one chance
to decide.
~ a moment when we know it’s December ~
Shimmering,
the new moon rose behind trees
as I listen to flutter of heart
and birdsong
while angst is forgotten and no longer brought
to mind.
Photo credits: Toa Heftiba, Unsplash
Form: Puente
Posted for ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads
And posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
And posted on Monday Writes @ My Blog- Verses
Your poem is so much kinder than I am when describing political language. Or, perhaps, I’ve just been smelling the worse of the guile and no tart.
I really like the repetition. And the image? Delicious.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Hi Sanaa ~~ Nice Puente form pair.
. I like the first best (better) as I tend to shy away from politics as I do war movies and writing. So my favorite lines are the opening ones of the first, “Morning tiptoed silently into the darkened room…” That is a nice personalization of the Morning. The times of day and the seasons of the year are good candidates for doing that.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
that quiet searching for thoughts and memories we have not forgotten – but stored away and that “turning off” of some things for periods of time. Current political happenings are important, but 24/7 news is also not healthy in my opinion. This poem captures these thoughts…
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is a lovely personification of morning, Sanaa, with a gorgeous touch of colour in the first stanza of your first puente. The’moment’ in the bridge is so effective in leading from the inside to the outside and those leaves that ‘detach from boughs and are translucent as paper’.
I also like the metaphor in the second Puente: ‘political language is as cherry tart filled with guile’ and the way t he birdsong dispels angst.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
The is a gentle sort of melancholy in your first piece, which speaks of how transitions in nature provide inspiration for poetry. The bridge is just as effective in the second poem, with more reason for feelings of unrest being shown.
Awww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
These are amazing. I think you’ve taken the form to a new level.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
A beautiful, beautiful winter!!!
Thank you so much, Vandana 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Well geez, that breakfast looks so delicious!! Maybe I need to bake something now.
Love these, Sanaa. The first is so moody and lovely, and I wish for what the second offers. A very strong and hearty wish.
xo
Awww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Marian 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Like a translucent leaf the poet allows the muse’s light to shine through!
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
the bridging line is pure poetry in itself. Glad that the politics got put out of mind in the 2nd phase though this is so true: “Behind every calm demeanor there lies
unrest”
and how well you captured the poet’s striving
“ardor that longs to meld
with the written word.”
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Thank heaven for shimmering moon and birdsong, to help us forget the political mess. Loved this poem.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
The metaphor is excellent. The second part is my favorite as it is not so full of “romance”. I infinitely prefer realism.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Such a truly gorgeous write Sanaa, I especially like the first one.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Oh that “cherry tart “verse is outstanding.
Happy Sunday Sanaa. Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
Much💜love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Much🌼🌻love
Leaves detach urging a gathering of thoughts makes me want to write my own poem now! Love the structure and December chorus.
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Nicely done!! I also like the repetition.
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Well Done!
ZQ
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Beautiful words once again!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is fantastic. I won’t even try to share a favorite part because I would be copying an pasting the whole thing.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Susie 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
I loved both of them, but probably favouring the second one a little more as you listened to “flutter of heart and birdsong”. which was quite delighful.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The visuals in this piece are splendiferous. Beautiful writing!
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I like you tip toeing out welcoming the quiet cold winter morning. Lovely imagery.
Thank you so much, Rall 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Your title speaks volumes!!! Lovely writing Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Lovely – esp the flutter of heart…
Thank you so much, Lydia 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
finely penned, Sanaa ~
Thank you so much, Michael 😀 so good to see you ❤️