Until recently,
I hadn’t noticed the sun-drenched sky,
how can one bathe in its light
and yet tremble upon heavenly sight?
How readily you kiss me,
like a post-it note you lay it on.
Perhaps,
feeling is a dish unsung to the callous.
Like placid brown water you remain unruffled,
can you hear
the sound of a slow-breaking heart?
I have given up trying to understand you,
in hopes
that arriving moment won’t nearly be as painful.
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Posted for Music with Marian @ Real Toads
14 Responses
Wonderful. How can I understand you? XO
Thank you so much, Marian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Post it note kisses have little feeling, methinks – how sad…
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Jinksy ❤️
“Perhaps feeling is a dish unsung to the callous.” Wow, what a great line. I can really feel this poem, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“Perhaps feeling is a dish unsung to the callous.” this line is good and ties in so well with the post-it note.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️
The post-it note kiss is a unique image and so painfully suggests one who takes another for granted. An unhappy refrain indeed.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Yes, that post-it-note is so telling. Beautiful writing
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so good to see you ❤️
in hopes that arriving
moment won’t nearly
be as painful.
Hopefully he’ll change for the better
Hank
Maybe 😬 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️