Hours before love’s last breath

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in the stillness of January, in neon lights
and empty streets
love walks a tightrope where once the grass
was green.
Now, bare bushes abjure sun
and shadow

knowing bowl of lilacs mourn
love’s memory;
she tries to remember a time before him.


Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Quadrille  #72 @ dVerse Pub

56 Replies to “Hours before love’s last breath”

  1. You had me at a /bowl of lilacs/. You are a Romantic, for sure; not fearful of eros or loneliness. My poetics spew angst, anger and discontent more often than not. Your poems refresh me.

  2. The reader can feel the loss in your word and the bowl of lilacs adds an interesting scent. I would have probably chosen lilies., but that is just me the flower of mourning. Lovely writing Sanaa.

  3. This line..”love walks a tightrope where once the grass was green” is such a vivid turning point in the poem. You can feel the passion and the loss.

  4. Perhaps it is time to leave the tightrope and ride out the January cold until warmer times return, with new blooms to admire.

  5. The bowl of lilacs make me think of a funeral… which it almost is… a tightrope walk it is until spring is here.

  6. I love the juxtaposition of short and long lines used here, Sanaa. Your enjambment is fabulous, and the entire shape helps evoke that feeling of loss, and longing.

  7. The saddest part is that there is a feel of many years ahead of them, partners in a way, coupled, but love only a memory. It is even sadder since there was once love, now even the memories of it have passed to mourning. Perhaps it can be kindled if it has not been marred by cruelty. I agree this is perfect and sumptuous and oh such an ache. What a story in 44 words!

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