It’s That Time Of The Year Again

“The temple bell stops but the sound keeps coming out of the flowers.” ― Matsuo Bashō

It echoes as loneliness, as broken insides
and as unsaid
I guess it makes sense
as bells are whole enough to house them
my conscience
a trail of memories and fragrance of jasmine flowers
five white petals
with amber regret in the middle,
the past is a pointed blade that cuts deep
if we are not careful
it’s not meant to be clutched in hand but kept away
in a drawer
but with you the blade trails its way to the flowers
obliterating
their core, their very essence
how is it that even though the bells have stopped yet
cries of loneliness can still be heard?

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

24 thoughts on “It’s That Time Of The Year Again

  1. This is a very pensive poem, Sanaa, which resounds with sorrow, especially in the beautiful lines:
    ‘my conscience
    a trail of memories and fragrance of jasmine flowers
    five white petals
    with amber regret in the middle’.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  2. TONI SPENCER says:

    One of your best Sanaa. The past, sorrow…all of the plays on pain. I especialky like the way you describe the jaxmine flower: five white petals
    with amber regret in the middle. Such a sweet smelling flower but with regret at its center. Very well done.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  3. Brendan says:

    What a ripe turn on Basho’s poem. Well done.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  4. Ellecee says:

    So sad, how difficult it is to let go of those far gone echoes . Touching,

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ellecee 🙂 so good to see you ❤️

  5. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    The hollow echo of loneliness will always echo…

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️

  6. “the past is a pointed blade that cuts deep
    if we are not careful
    it’s not meant to be clutched in hand but kept away
    in a drawer”
    I love that. We often set our thoughts in the past where pain resided and let it tear at us again and again. Love your wisdom to keep it in a drawer. This poem has so much in it. Deserves several rereads. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

  7. annell4 says:

    Yes, the cries of loneliness, can still be heard. Lovely poem, my best fav for today!!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  8. Herotomost says:

    Sad and soulful, the bells take on a whole new aura in this one. The smells and the sounds echo…awesome writing!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  9. ‘the past is a pointed blade that cuts deep’ – and the whole poem is piercing and poignant.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  10. Kerry says:

    I was captivated from the Basho quote to your final line:
    how is it that even though the bells have stopped yet
    cries of loneliness can still be heard?

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  11. Poignant and heartfelt, with images that break the heart!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Frank 🙂 so good to see you ❤️

  12. Sara McNulty says:

    “a trail of memories and fragrance of jasmine flowers
    five white petals
    with amber regret in the middle,”

    What a stunning image this is, Sanaa!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

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