(i)
and now words have escaped me;
fled from constricts of ribcage,
I suppose
I should have seen it coming—
enthralled by your sensuality,
by beauty,
by the way your lips devise
methods that in turn separate me
from myself.
(ii)
Brown conch shell on grey sand;
today tastes better,
rattles me in ways unthinkable,
beneath a silver moon
in a velvet sky
somehow, somewhere distant;
with every breath
I’m convinced it was an epic in waiting,
I was built for this.
(iii)
No tongue can hope to withhold fire;
nor eyes erase memory,
in hopes
that naivety can get away unnoticed,
unseen,
greener than the ocean,
than shivers that spread from nape
to beyond the base
of your spine—irresistible force of attraction.
(iv)
Chorus of trees sing songs;
racing with tomorrow
chase the amber horizon,
we as a species tend to limit ourselves
too much,
too often,
syncopated thrum of living,
peel off hesitation, with a shrug
and a sigh, head into a new direction.
(v)
We are galleries of everything ever felt;
features
painted in both charcoal
and watercolors alike—
stop, feel and savor the taste of feeling,
of invisible pull
that beckons one to want more than
humanly possible, I will just be here
waiting to steady you if required.
Photo credits: Brown conch shell by Pratik Patel, Unsplash
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Love them all, they each are like a little crystal, gleaming, and glittering.
But this “we are galleries… “
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Sanaa, I love this so much: “We are galleries of everything ever felt”
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
each stanza/fragment complete in itself and you have scaled a whole library of images piled high tangentially
“with every breath
I’m convinced it was an epic in waiting,
I was built for this.”
I think you might have been built to write fragment poetry!
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt)
Chorus of trees sing songs;
racing with tomorrow
chase the amber horizon,
I like this bit very much. It could stand alone, a fragment within a fragment.
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is like making love all night – episodes of a continual thresh, squeezing every depth of an intimacy out. Great response to the challenge.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I adore this! Your second fragment clutched at my own experience and twisted just right. Brava! I felt that one all the way over here.
Thank you so much, Christopher 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Wonderful work, Sanaa.
This line really reached out to me:
“stop, feel and savor the taste of feeling,”
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Each stanza stunned…but then..that ..We are galleries of everything ever felt… oh my goodness…..
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
we as a species tend to limit ourselves
too much, too often
Love this observation Sanaa! A pity we are being hard and unfair to ourselves with impatience as a fault. We run faster than the mind can follow.
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This rings true to me, “We are galleries of everything ever felt” and we all have our beauty! ♥♥♥
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Enjoyed your poem throughly, Sanaa. Especially these lines :-
we as a species tend to limit ourselves
too much,
too often,
Thank you so much, Kitty 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
each fragment was wonderful but the second one starting with “brown conch shell, on grey sand” spoke to me the loudest.
Thank you so much, Roger 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A chorus of trees is brilliant.
Thank you so much, Misky 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Sensuous as always, each image turning the wheel.
Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I loved the section about the conch shell/Made for this stanza. I measured it against the photo and loved how I imagine you chose that photo. Just lovely. xoxo
Thank you so much, Selma 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Great poem! 😀
❤️❤️❤️
I enjoyed your poem!! So many lines that caught me and drew me in!
Thank you so much, Dana 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I Was Built For This ….. have ever I read and re-read a more DEFINITIVE line? Never. Huge WOW from me, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, my dearest Helen 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Each stanza such a beautiful and sensuous image, Sanaa. But I love “We are galleries of everything ever felt”
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Like gems each one, Sanaa, and I love “We are galleries ….” Couldn’t be said better!
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Really like this Sanaa, particularly “syncopated thrum of living”
JIM
Thank you so much, James 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️