And so, it happens,
midway upon the journey of life
I find myself
meandering through the grey and misty streets–
their chaotic fragrance somewhat soothing,
sets me on fire.
You humbly inquire after my beliefs,
and percussion
bold that breaks through the windows of heart–
as to this I could not precisely say,
so, I drew it out
and held it gingerly; I am surprised by the warmth
in your eyes,
hazel gold in their fervour.
I drink pink grapefruit consolation and make peace
with the idea
that I can never finish a sentence without you nodding your head
in approval;
nobody is at fault here,
the city’s veins are bent on beating amber to red—
these shadows offer the shape of life.
Before I sleep, I whisper your name
satin syllables
that roll right off the tongue, barely stirring the air
yet a hurricane of desire
follows,
I cannot remember a time when I did not hunger
for you
to dance along,
before lower lip gave me away—
January in return sighs
at invisible poems and half a cup of longing at my bedside table.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Word List: Somewhat, warmth, percussion, grapefruit, fervour, bedside, sleep.
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Such a wonderful flow and the ending really was captivating
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
the city’s veins are bent on beating amber to red—
these shadows offer the shape of life.
Before I sleep, I whisper your name
Wonderful lines.
Thank you so much, Judy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
The passions of a hungry heart ,to let out the deepest desires into the poem. Love it !!
Thank you so much, Vandana 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
A poem of love and desire and possibly obstacles which make forbidden fruit all the more delicious.
Thank you so much, Cressida 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh that”half a cup of longing” is exquisite to the taste
Happy New Year, happy you dropped by to read mine
Much🎆❤🎆love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Happiest New Year to you too!
Much🎆❤🎆 love
“. . . their chaotic fragrance somewhat soothing,
sets me on fire.”
I always look forward to how you use scent in your poems.
Thank you so much, Susan 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
wow beautiful I so love:
‘the city’s veins are bent on beating amber to red—
these shadows offer the shape of life.’
and ‘satin syllables’
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
You are so good. I just love reading you.
Thank you so much, Shawna 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Love is often not an easy path as you have so beautifully written. I so love your last line. Again, I am so impressed by your work!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh, you have such a way with image and metaphor! This is beyond gorgeous. (I run out of superlatives for your wordcraft.)
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I’m so sorry for the late response, Sanaa; I was very busy yesterday. Your January rain resonated with me, especially its ‘chaotic fragrance’. I love the lines:
‘Before I sleep, I whisper your name
satin syllables
that roll right off the tongue, barely stirring the air’
and
‘January in return sighs
at invisible poems and half a cup of longing at my bedside table.’
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
A lovely poem, the last two lines completely blew me away. Sigh.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is a most fervent mix of passion and melancholy… that rain is something that sets you in a mood of longing I think
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is so beautiful and atmospheric Sanaa, the words flow like soothing winter rain xxx
Thank you so much, Xenia 😀 so good to see you ❤️
All those accolades, and more. I, too, was moved by the “city’s veins”. Your romantic bent seems endless, but it always scores and stirs my passion–for love and poetry.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
So lovely! I can absolutely sympathize as I look back at the halfway (hopefully) point
Thank you so much, Philip 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Oh Sanaa what a brilliant start to the year of poetry with this one – lovely meandering pace, wondering, considering, and a light touch of humour too
“I drink pink grapefruit consolation and make peace
with the idea
that I can never finish a sentence without you nodding your head
in approval;
nobody is at fault here,,”
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
Metaphors swirling with the living is a beautiful and passionate mix. Very enjoyable poem for me, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Jade 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is a beautiul poem, thank you for sharing it.
Thank you so much, Kaneda 😀 so good to see you ❤️
The emotion is overflowing.
❤️💝❤️
Lovely poem that was enjoyable to read. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
Thank you so much, Arcadia Maria 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
this is really great.
Thank you so much, Erbiage 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“I drink pink grapefruit consolation and make peace
with the idea
that I can never finish a sentence without you nodding your head
in approval”
I love this line, it stings a little
Thank you so much, L.Stevens 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
I specially like that pink grapefruit consolation and satin syllables. Good luck on the new and updated site.
Cheers.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the warm wishes! 💝 The site is great and is coming along nicely) 🌹🍰
This is so good! your expressions are wonderful as you entwine reality and imagination. Well done!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Beautiful, Sanaa!
❤️💝❤️
Nice line: “these shadows offer the shape of life.”
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Chance, desire, love, and a longing for what is still not there. A very fine ending. –sk
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so very much, Steve 😀 you always interpret my poems so closely and beautifully! ❤️
I especially like these lines, “I drink pink grapefruit consolation and make peace
with the idea.”
Thank you so much, Alicia 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
January in return sighs
at invisible poems and half a cup of longing at my bedside table.
Always the case that what we planned for remain empty and invisible in the late hour in Jan!
Hank
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤
Sanaa- so lovely and passionate!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤
This is a very moving poem, with beautiful language. Your ending is superb!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤