Choosing sepia
is as though softening
life’s storm,
it’s being conscious of one’s strength
which strives
to bear the unchanging sun.
Neither picture
nor memory placate
the cadence of your voice haunts
as I struggle
with my heart and head,
without you
I am a flower plucked–
destined to wither before its hour.
Photo credits: Adolph de Meyer Still life, 1908.
Posted on ‘Camera Flash’ @ Real Toads
And on ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United
50 Responses
Lovely Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Samyuktha 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Yes!! “I am a flower plucked- destined to wither before its hour. Lovely write.
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the phrase ‘softening life’s storm’, Sanaa, and the lines:
‘I am a flower plucked–
destined to wither before its hour’.
A gorgeous interpretation of the image!.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is stunning, Sanaa. One of your very best pieces. It has such poise, and gentle cadence. I love it.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😍 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
yes it is a gentle romantic poem.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️
There is that indescribable feeling of loss and sadness in your words mirroring the drooping flowers Sanaa. Beautifully written.
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Excellent poem – the ending is powerful
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so good to see you ❤️
The inner storm is deeply felt specially in the lines: Neither picture / nor memory placate
A beautiful poem, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
So much yearning and pain in this, wish the flower comes back to life.
Thank you so much, Vandana 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love the sense that this plucked flower evokes…
the glass of water is like life support.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The last three lines squeeze the heart until it weeps. The ones we love should stay around forever. Knowing that this can’t be so rips the heart to bloody pieces.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Magaly ❤️
I love those closing lines: “Without you, I am a flower plucked”….just perfect!
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This curls up around my heart and I find myself reading all kinds of experiences into it–trying to have joy in spite of present regrets/sadnesses through managing what we remember.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Lovely, and that last line…wow.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you ❤️
A perfect poem–I resonate with the sepia, with the flower plucked. Wow.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sepia indeed does soften! Very descriptive and moody.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love the quiet delicacy of this poem. There seems to be almost a holy hush about it.
Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
without you
I am a flower plucked–
destined to wither before its hour.
withering in the place of pain….
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Truedessa ❤️
Stunning images in a beautifully constructed piece that cascades to a brilliant – heartrending – close.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A beautiful interpretation. I like the way your imagination always goes to unexpected places.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
ooh, stunning! beautifully crafted. 🙂
Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You are the light that feeds my smile, makes me shine, and keeps me green and tall.
Nice, Sanaa.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love sepia toned images, their softness is real. Enjoyed this, have a great Tuesday.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Very striking!
Thank you so much, Bekkie 😀 so good to see you ❤️
‘Neither picture nor memory placate’.. I can feel the yearning in these lines… powerful!
Thank you so much, Sameera 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️