I am sometimes loud, as percussion,
as the wind chattering so as to stir the snow,
to wake the birds nearby,
sometimes quiet,
so much so that I can’t even hear my own thoughts,
it’s complicated,
but then if you think about it,
humans as a species, are meant to be—a rawness,
honesty bold, as we unravel life
and its mysteries.
If breath is first, then let me taste to the fullest extent,
offer a kiss,
and return allegiance within the next breath,
so much of him matches my own,
I am of the opinion that lips are mere excuse,
we were never miles apart to begin with,
as buds blossoming against all odds,
as sweet promise carried in by the rain.
I place my faith in poetry deep,
for it has led me to believe that anything is possible
as long as you have a soul to wield—
if breath is first, then allow me to succumb to its needs,
a hurricane designed to meld together wild sky
and purer ground,
if breath is first, then toss me into the midst of it all,
cover my hands and shoulders
and write his name across my being,
it’s impossible to discern that the world doesn’t feel,
doesn’t see, or hear something of this accord
atleast once in their lifetime—
I could write about it time and time again.
I am sometimes loud, sometimes quiet,
and sometimes unable to describe this feeling;
if breath is first.
Photo credits: Glass of rose wine placed near sweet macaron, Pexels.
Posted for Open Link Night #309 @dVerse Poets Pub
53 Responses
I am so in love with that repetitive line – “if breath is first”
Thank you so much, Candy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
If breath is first then you breathe passion into it, Sanaa! Love, love, love this! ❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Ha! Your verse is addictive, magnetic really, one gets a need for it, a weekly dose, like coffee, and when one does not get it withdrawal symptoms begin, until like caffeine, it is in your veins again. This poem was lovely to read, but also to analyse, to ponder the meaning, and message…given with grandiose lines, as well as the peaceful, quiet nes.
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“I place my faith in poetry deep” — and we are rewarded with your words.
Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
i place my faith in your poetry deeop for sure.
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Sanaa – this is amazing. I feel myself in your words.
<3
David
Thank you so much, David 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Life is poetry and us poets breathe it upon paper!
Absolutely! 😀 Thanks for stopping by to read, Dana! 💄❤️
You have captured the essence of love, and all its sweet mysteries. So lovely!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
It’s obvious that you are finding your center and building a chapel of verse there. Breath is prayer so it ushers; truth is “a rawness, / honesty bold” and the crafting of poems is the hymn of accord – between lovers, between writer and reader and soul and world. So many mysteries to discover there; a fine career awaits.
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Brendan 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“I place my faith in poetry deep,
for it has led me to believe that anything is possible…”
Magnificent!!!
Much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love back..
What a great title and repeating line in your writing, rich with the fullness of life and love. Gorgeous writing as always, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Gayle 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Sanaa, your poetry often breathes love and sometimes leaves us breathless 🙂
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Your poetry is always uplifting, Sanaa, this is one of your best! JIM
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
This is one of many lines that stood out. Beautiful.
“if breath is first, then toss me into the midst of it all,”
Thank you so much, Benita 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Lovely poem.
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Love this line, “anything is possible as long as you have a soul to wield”… I always feel your soul in your words, and it’s pure magic ✨
Thank you so much, my dearest Tricia 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Sanaa, your poetry is living and breathing through your words. Yes, breath is first. Always remember to take a deep on before committing to anything! Lovely work as always!
dwight
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
So lovely. The line ‘if breath is first’ is very thought provoking!
Thank you so much, Carol 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I place my faith in poetry deep,
for it has led me to believe that anything is possible
Faith in the strength of poetry and how it helps overcome communication helps the beauty of expression. You have extended lots of it Sanaa!
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautiful poetry
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Lovely. Breath is first and when we love one, we’d like to enter them like a breath. Be that essential.
Thank you so much, my dearest Yvonne 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
very well written. i like that opening stanza… humans are meant to be raw, i agree, i like people when they are a little less “overcooked” lets jut say. enjoyed this very much
Thank you so much, Philip 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love this poem, Sanaa! So evocative. My favourite lines:
“humans as a species, are meant to be—a rawness”
“as long as you have a soul to wield—”
“if breath is first, then toss me into the midst of it all”
<3
Thank you so much, my dearest Sunra 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
amazingly good
“A hurricane designed to meld together wild sky”
Wonderful line! 🙂
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A lovely enjoyable poem. Well done.
Gotta love a poet who says “I am unable to describe this feeling” after sensitively and beautifully describing it.
I like the way you use “If” setting a doubt, a question, but yet offering experience that really draws. If breath is first made me think.
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