Last Night I Wandered Through The Hills Of Dreaming
Sanaa -
June 1, 2019
Earlier PoemsPoetry

The hills that lie congenial by day like confidants of land
are darkly ominous by night,
here in a world where there is nothing but chaos
they say I looked back out of impetuosity,
in search of an untouched canvass upon which to leave a mark,
I am struck by beauty that’s unapologetically herself
the flirty fuchsia of roses that define life in endless lines of thoughts
and expression which my poems only tease.
Why does darkness approach from outside?
Why is the colour grey doused in both despair and light?
If I can spot a serpent glide out from a maculate shade, can I convince him
not to become the devil’s advocate?
Let us go to the other side now that you know my face by heart
and indulgence as adversary at the crack of dawn.

 

 

Photo credits: Eli Edward Evangelidis, @eliedwardart

Posted for Art Collaboration @ Real Toads

44 Responses

  1. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    June 2, 2019 at 3:54 am

    This is such a strong dreamscape…so wild in colors and vivid with the night. Sometimes it’s better to sleep I think

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  2. Larry Trasciatti says:
    June 2, 2019 at 4:01 am

    Intense

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  3. Imelda says:
    June 2, 2019 at 4:24 am

    Vivid and intriguing.

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  4. Kim M. Russell says:
    June 2, 2019 at 4:34 am

    That’s a clever juxtaposition of congenial and ominous, which conveys the imbalance of the image, Sanaa. I particularly like the alliterative phrase ‘flirty fuchsia of roses’ and the question ‘Why is the colour grey doused in both despair and light?’

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  5. Toni Hayes Spencer says:
    June 2, 2019 at 5:43 am

    Interesting take on the picture. makes one wonder about the dreams of the dreamer.

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  6. Jim says:
    June 2, 2019 at 5:43 am

    Nice questions asked, Sanaa. These are tough ones, I could only guess. Your line, “If I can spot a serpent glide out from a maculate shade, can I convince him not to become the devil’s advocate …,” punctuated with a Question Mark, deserves my attempt to answer. “The only bargain with the Devil and his Advocates is found I literature, i.e. it cannot be done.”
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  7. Brendan says:
    June 2, 2019 at 6:16 am

    Good questions for a poet. Wallace Stevens said poetry was ” silence made dirtier.” And do we really have the heart and heat the deep darkness of beauty?

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  8. Rommy says:
    June 2, 2019 at 7:04 am

    All it takes is a shift in point of view to see the devil (or angel) hidden away.

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  9. Sherry Blue Sky says:
    June 2, 2019 at 9:51 am

    Congenial by day and ominous by night….both hills and forests do feel that way.

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  10. the real cie says:
    June 2, 2019 at 9:51 am

    I like seeing Eve presented as the heroine. Nicely written!

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  11. m says:
    June 2, 2019 at 11:53 am

    “Why does darkness approach from outside?” This line/question gave me pause. I suspect that I will think about it for quite some time, wondering if the answer is that because the inside is full of light… or, if it’s because darkness is everywhere (in dreams and waking time).

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  12. Margaret says:
    June 2, 2019 at 1:23 pm

    Keen observations – congenial/ominous and the question of darkness coming from the outside… It is an intriguing poem.

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  13. Kerry says:
    June 2, 2019 at 3:13 pm

    Wow! Sanaa, this is a tremendous poem! Each thought is so clearly conveyed in word and image. I was mesmerized by the visions they induced.

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  14. Linda Lee Lyberg says:
    June 3, 2019 at 12:36 am

    A powerful poem Sanaa. You are excellent at descriptives.

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  15. Susie Clevenger says:
    June 5, 2019 at 3:43 am

    A vivid dream… How does one wake from such intensity and sort real from unreal? Beautiful writing!

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  16. the real cie says:
    July 23, 2019 at 8:09 pm

    I love that picture, and the poem weaves itself around it perfectly.

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  17. robtkistner says:
    July 24, 2019 at 1:35 am

    This is a wonderful poem Sanaa. Especially like, “…the flirty fuchsia of roses that define life in endless lines of thoughts”. Really fine write.

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  18. HA says:
    July 24, 2019 at 2:36 am

    These visions certainly made me stop and wonder at the prospect of unabated dreaming and living — an instinctual desire to consume and be consumed — what would be the ramifications of that?
    You ask such intriguing questions here, Sanaa! This ominous display seems so familiar and inviting.

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  19. Jim says:
    July 24, 2019 at 6:04 am

    So smooth, yet so vivid images. I can see every thought that might be on canvas here. I especially like that the poet looks for “an untouched canvass upon which to leave a mark.” Not in line with your momentum, but artists do paint over previous works that they do not wish to keep.
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  20. Thotpurge says:
    July 24, 2019 at 9:16 pm

    why is grey both despair and light… love that!

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