If I could reverse past hour and sun

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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

Comments

  1. Marian says:

    Wonderful. How can I understand you? XO

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Marian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

  2. Jinksy says:

    Post it note kisses have little feeling, methinks – how sad…

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Jinksy ❤️

  3. “Perhaps feeling is a dish unsung to the callous.” Wow, what a great line. I can really feel this poem, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  4. kanzensakura says:

    “Perhaps feeling is a dish unsung to the callous.” this line is good and ties in so well with the post-it note.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  5. Kerry says:

    The post-it note kiss is a unique image and so painfully suggests one who takes another for granted. An unhappy refrain indeed.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  6. Yes, that post-it-note is so telling. Beautiful writing

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  7. kaykuala says:

    in hopes that arriving
    moment won’t nearly
    be as painful.

    Hopefully he’ll change for the better

    Hank

    1. Sanaa says:

      Maybe 😬 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️

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