Into the black water I buried the past
as ripples linger and die away on the
surface.
It’s invisible this feeling of relief and
pain, in the reflection of the water, I
learn how nothing remains constant
except change.
The sound of a nightjar singing is all
I hear, apart from moon that hourly
whispers and veils my tears.
I, sometimes wonder whether water,
has power to carry away unattained
desires and whims?
In the silhouette of emboldened trees
I held hands with understanding, as
morning awoke to greet a starry sky,
into the black water I buried the past.
Photo credits: Pinterest
The vibe here reminds me of Swinburne, whose ear was ocean and heart a boat. How vastly full the nightjar.
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How easilly the reader can imagine the scene as the past disappointments are finally buried and the narrator can start their life again anew.as the water swallows their sadness.
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I love this stanza:
‘It’s invisible this feeling of relief and
pain, in the reflection of the water, I
learn how nothing remains constant
except change’!
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“I, sometimes wonder whether water,
has power to carry away unattained
desires and whims?”
There is always so much still for us to understand
much love…
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Much🌹love
Beautifully done, Sanaa. I can see that black water, swallowing the past.
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Thank you, Brendan, for unpacking the metaphor in the bird’s name…I think it “jarred” with its call, but as a poetic image, yes, full.
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Impressive how you use the black water and the image of the night as a way to tell (or rather not tell) of sorrows in the past-
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“I, sometimes wonder whether water,
has power to carry away unattained
desires and whims?”
I’ve asked this in the cleansing power of tears; your black the assemblage these over time. The imagery is poignant, beautiful.
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Brilliant and searing in its subtlety, Sanaa!
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Beautiful imagery–the water burying, reflecting, carrying away. ..
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I love the imagery here. Well done.
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I look forward to the sense of hope and moving forward, and burying that unhappy past ~
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We need the black water to bury our past, quench our thirst in the veil of tears.
Well done Sanaa.
Anna :o]
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I held hands with understanding, as
morning awoke to greet a starry sky,
into the black water I buried the past.
One way to do it is just forget the past and to move on.
Hank
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Wonderful writing!
😉
I love the line where you held hands with understanding as the new day dawned and buried the past! Very Good!
dwight
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Water has many uses…including burying the past in it. Loved your write!
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I love the burying the past, the sorrows, into the past. A truly lovely write.
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There is such a palpable sense of woe in the third stanza. Brilliant use of metaphor! 💙
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There is no way to escape pain, or loss, it is life after all. xoxoxo
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Nice line: “morning awoke to greet a starry sky”
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Your opening line captures the mood of the piece so well. I love this view of memories and black water.
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Spectacular and deeply meaningful from first verse to last! The last verse “holding hands with understanding” and burying the past, wraps it all up and brings it home. Powerful message!
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Wouldn’t it be wonderful, Sanaa, if we really could be rid of those old memories, that bad ones? But yes, we can sometimes put them on the back burner of our minds. Try to leave then, don’t bring them to the forefront. This was a nice, light and wishful read for me.
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This reads like part of a rediscovered epic — a tale of honor and daring do.
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in the US, there was a private mercenary firm called Blackwater, later Xie, whose founder’s sister is now the secretary of education.
they buried many people, all hush hush – an odd irony, given the tone of this moody pen ~
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Love the idea of holding hands with understanding. A wonderful feeling to be able to let go of past regrets!
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Had to google nightjar – what a cool sound! “nothing remains constant except change” … so true!
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