Steeped
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
such eloquence and beauty in your words
Thank you so much, Gina 😀 so good to see you ❤️
oh the starkness and the ache i feel reading
Thank you so much, Jade 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Wow, you often write of lost love, don’t you? Well captured
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Sabio ❤️
A gorgeous opening, ‘Steeped in the stillness of January’, Sanaa, and those lilacs mourning love’s memory!
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
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.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
That bowl of lilacs….lovely.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️
love walks a tightrope…..nice melancholy feel to this, beautifully crafted!
Thank you so much, James 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Such beautiful words in this piece. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much, Arcadia Maria 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
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.
Thank you so much, Truedessa 😀 so good to see you ❤️
A wonderful poem. Steeped in January winter… and remembering a time before him! Well done!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I like the steeped in stillness at the beginning and having forgotten the time before him at the end.
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Nice use of the prompt. The setting emphasizes the fading hearts.
Thank you so much, V.J 😀 so good to see you ❤️
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.
Thank you so much, Michelle 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
Lovely weaving use of light and color (implied and clear) throughout. Wow.
Thank you so much, Nora 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“love walks a tightrope”
Clever image of tension in a relationship
Much💟love
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Much🌹🌻🌼love
Such sad words.
🙂
Love walking a tightrope is a precarious feeling. I am struck by the bowl of lilacs, mourning love’s memory.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
All we need now is that muted, forlorn horn as we walk these streets. You have done it again, Sanaa! Created the perfect mood poem.
Thank you so much, Timoteo 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Perhaps it is time to leave the tightrope and ride out the January cold until warmer times return, with new blooms to admire.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️
The bowl of lilacs make me think of a funeral… which it almost is… a tightrope walk it is until spring is here.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This has a sad beauty to it Sanaa – mournfully lovely…
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so good to see you ❤️
You write such romantic posts! And I adore the image you’ve chosen.
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
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.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, De 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
Lovely opening Sanaa…..
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Ache…..but beautifully!!
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It’s all about the pain and you’ve got me feeling it. Fantastic!
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The last line….
I love that last line. Arriving home through those empty streets.
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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!
Thank you so much, Lona 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️