I sigh as emotions strive to meld with drops of rain
Or perhaps all that’s obscure cuts us way less deep.
Observe as rustle of leaves ‘neath shimmering sun
Breathe out whispers, which otherwise were none.
Some beg/offer refuge behind veil of nonchalance
But can features hide dolor behind a mere pretext
I believe to let heart speak out tales of buried past
Who knows how long a soul can its frame out-last.
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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United
For ‘On Popular Demand – Masks and Facades on Friday 18th November’16
at 8 am EDT.
and for poems written on Prompt Nights
50 Responses
Or perhaps all that’s obscure cuts us way less deep… nicely done!
Thank you kindly, Rajani ❤️ good to see you 🙂
To keep things hidden or not…
Sometimes we hesitate in sharing our thoughts and feelings for we know that some don’t want to listen, busy they are with their own lives and disinterested in ours.
Baring our soul often makes us more vulnerable in what is this selfish world of ours.
But I live in hope for there are many good folk in this world too.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Anna ❤️
“I believe to let heart speak out tales of buried past” & that too, to a trusted one…
Thank you so much, Sumana 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Wow! Your words are so beautifully expressed. I love this piece! I’m glad you were able to find inspiration ❤️
Thank you so much, Josslyn ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
Divulge–the frame won’t hold! I agree, if I am the frame. I’m lousy at keeping secrets–things grow in hiding. And it doesn’t matter if obscurity would save me from stigma and hurt. I mean, I’ve been scolded and I’ve tried–but you know how us poets are. How beautifully each statement contains its opposite! This is a real gem.
Awwww❤️ Yes I do know what you mean 🙂 thank you so much Susan. It was truly an inspirational prompt❤️
xo
Indeed; ” who knows”
Nice write Sanaa
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
much love…
My pleasure, Gillena ❤️ good to see you 🙂
Much love..
I love that closing line.
Thank you so much, Sherry 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
When will we learn that behemoth in our midst, feeds on our silence and just keeps growing?
Elizabeth
Thank you Elizabeth for your kind and wise words 🙂
Letting the heart speak out is wise, I think. A beautiful, accomplished write.
Thank you so much, Rosemary ❤️ good to see you 🙂
Beautiful!
Thank you so much, Mary 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
What a great opening line. The other one which is so apt is “…heart speak out tales of buried past”. Perhaps souls serch forever for their true loves.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Robin 🙂
A, yes. The invisible soul. Why didn’t I think of that? Well done!
Thank you kindly, Eugene 🙂 good to see you ❤️
“all that’s obscure cuts us way less deep” brilliant and i love the last line as well Great poem
Thank you so much, Marja 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I’m not at all sure that a soul can outlast its frame. But, of course, I could be mistaken. 😉
Thank you kindly, MMT 🙂 good to see you ❤️
“I believe to let heart speak out tales of buried past
Who knows how long a soul can its frame out-last.”
BEAUTIFUL— I think, we must let out the ‘buried past’ and cleanse the system…so that there’s no repentance later. 🙂
Most definitely ❤️ thank you so much, Panchali 🙂 so glad you liked it!
Love your last line…brilliant…bkm
Thank you so much, Mackenzie ❤️ so glad you liked it 🙂
“Observe as rustle of leaves ‘neath shimmering sun
Breathe out whispers, which otherwise were none.”
Beautifully penned Sanaa, with a well crafted resonance threading through
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena ❤️ so good to see you 😀
Much love..
We do need those safe hearts to hear our tales… but they aren’t for just anyone… only those who care and who are willing to learn. Nice work as usual Sanaa
Most definitely ❤️ thank you kindly, Debi 🙂
Me too, “I believe to let heart speak out tales of buried past…” to those who will listen genuinely, and without the need to defend nor affirm. Deep write, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Khaya ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
A silenced heart dies… especially when the words are important and life-changing. And let’s face it, most words left unspoken for too long tend to chance everything they fail to touch. Inaction and forced silence are terrible things.
Indeed, thank you for your kind and wise words, Magaly ❤️
What a heartfelt breath and poem – i think souls can be very strong and outlive emotions 😉
Most definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Jae 🙂
Perhaps no one can say….how long a soul can outlast its’ frame.
Most definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Annell 🙂
I love the idea of leaves breathing out whispers
Thank you so much, Rommy ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
I think by hiding our innermost thoughts and feeling we feel safer, more protected. To make our invisible visible makes us vulnerable – not something many of us wish to do in today’s society…
Definitely a possibility 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Nicholas ❤️
loved the last lines….they speak a lot… beautiful!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️