And the cup which filled the spirit
with hope was stained red,
as murmured voices reach out to
break the silence.It’s easy to wallow in the depths
of despair as memories flutter in
and out like ghosts,
though the sullen part is beating
one’s fist against the casement
renouncing dreams and claims.Dissolved in chaos the eyes create
a new language that begs
weave a future from the muddled
past.
Photo credits: The Cup – Adolph de Meyer 1912
Posted for “Camera Flash” @ Real Toads
Posted on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
58 Responses
I like your interpretation of the image, Sanaa, and love the lines:
‘It’s easy to wallow in the depths
of despair as memories flutter in
and out like ghosts’
and,
‘Dissolved in chaos the eyes create
a new language that begs
weave a future from the muddled
past’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I like how you started with a focus on the cup and then put a story to go with it. This offers hope but does not look past the despair. Nice balance.
Thank you so much, Isadora 😀 so good to see you ❤️
weave a future from
the muddled past.
The close provokes a lot of questions unanswered!
Hank
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️
And the cup which filled the spirit
with hope was stained red…
Your opening lines are brilliant. You saw something unique in this picture.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Despair particularly at the loss of a loved one does make one despair as one wonders the what ifs of life all over again. I do hope you haven’t had too many fluttering out like ghosts Sanaa to write such a touching piece.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I like the first two lines too. It speaks of a normally hopeful spirit working through a wound.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
There is hope in your last stanza in trying to recreate a better future from a muddled past. A lovely read.
Thank you so much, Loredana 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Luv your shift from the cup to the eyes. A really intriguing response to the prompt
Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today Sanaa
Much🌼love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Much🌹love
The cup of hope stained red is an especially gripping image.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sometimes our memory of the past, is “muddled.” But usually with hindsight, it all becomes clear, crystal clear.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Annell ❤️
All the poems seem to be going together today, the red, the ghosts and the silence. I’m thinking about a language that begs.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Weaving a future from a muddled past…I like that concept! Nicely woven poem.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so good to see you ❤️
These lines are stunning!
“It’s easy to wallow in the depths
of despair as memories flutter in
and out like ghosts,”
Thank you so much, Jo 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
So easy to get lost in despair….but we can get out of it by having a different perspective….very nicely done!
Thank you so much, Donna 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Both the image and poem gave me a shiver. Lovely.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You went in a different direction with this, I think, and I really like what you’ve created. The images are brilliant – and the piece, as a whole, is stunning!
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Intriguing, vivid and beautiful. Yes, I too like the faint hint of hope.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“…..And the cup which filled the spirit with hope was stained red…..” – I love your opening lines. It leads to an altogether eloquent poem.
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so good to see you ❤️
It’s amazing how the time varies for differing situations aand persons but it transcends from resentment to dissapointment to dispair and hate. But HAPPY DAY, it gradually works back the other way. Generally though, there is not complete healing and forgiveness.
Loved the poem, it gets better and better for me with read.
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Thank you so much, Jim 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
For me, how you have tied the image into your poem is clever and well crafted.
Thank you so much, Julian 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
And the cup which filled the spirit
with hope was stained red… great opening line Sanaa… intriguing as well.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Beautifully penned.
Thank you so much, Ayala 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
i think it is a fine response to the prompt. loved that flash of hope in the final stanza, to escape from the clutches of despair.
Thank you so much, Cheong 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“Dissolved in chaos the eyes create a new language”… there is a beautiful blend of pain and hope here.
Thank you so much, Rebecca 😀 so good to see you ❤️
A wonderfully complementary accompaniment to the photo!
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“…Dissolved in chaos the eyes create a new language…” wonderful line to help define the image.
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so good to see you ❤️
She does seem a bit lost in her history, clinging to something that won’t return. Love your take on the image.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love how you created this… the muddled part really work for me… maybe it’s only the cup that is clear in the end .
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Luv the forward thrust of your last verse Sanaa. Thanks for linking to Monday WRites today
Much🎀love
My pleasure, Gillena ❤️
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