Poem inspired by the title of Richard Wilbur’s poem, ‘Love calls us to the things of this world.’
This morning wasn’t grey
rather
it was dipped into soothing lavender
as silence
is replaced by sounds of early traffic.
Carefully,
the white-heaven bound birds
glide down
bringing with them freshly baked hope,
as I manage
to pull myself out of bed.
Feeling
then calls me to the things of this world
to madness
to chaos
and to the dark intentions of disquiet,
my mind
ponders over political salad dressing
where vegetable bits
turn one against something as relevant
as kosher salt;
is verity
merely a word lost in translation?
I greet the day
with fire in my soul
and determination raging in my breast,
let there be a breeze of change
let tranquility ripen slowly,
in the midst of life we encounter death
come
let there be development of tenderness,
let us stare
into the eyes of time, the unthinkable
let the young, old and restless
step into the field, come
let us plough peace as our new principle.
Photo credits: Sunny Day by Joseph Zbukvic
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“where vegetable bits/turn one against something as relevant/as kosher salt”: Ah, this bit made me smile — I think this is so characterisitic of the subcontinent politics and all that it entails, beyond the carelessly drawn geographical boundaries. I know and I understand.
The morning wakefulness with its natural wonder moving on to a reacquaintance with the madness of this world is so well portrayed. I love the final stanza with its determination for a better world, for a much-needed change, led by those who are tired of this systematic disrepair and chaos.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Dear Sanaa! I missed reading your beautiful poetry. The snippets on Instagram don’t always tell the full story. 🙂
This is such a wonderful poem; so much is contained in the second stanza
“my mind /ponders over political salad dressing …”
And the determination of the speaker to plough peace in a mad and chaotic world is encouraging.
Thank you so much, Khaya 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Wow! This is my new favorite of your poems, Sanaa! To be “dipped into soothing lavender ” may be the only way to bravely “step into the field
ploughing peace.” Beautiful, powerful, strong!
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
I LOVE a lavendar sky! and the heaven-bound birds bearing hope. I love the meeting of the day with fire and determination. Yes, please, bring on the winds of change! We need them to blow EVERYWHERE.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Sherry ❤️
The world is in such desperate need of peace. May your closing lines come true…soon!
Amen! ❤️ Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Luv how the pace quickens so by the final verse we are ready to rally to the call. Yes let us plough!
Happy you dropped by my blog today Sanaa
Much🔷️☺🔷️love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Much🌺🌼love
What a beautiful, powerful poem of hope this is Sanaa. The sad part in the world is how much money is made by making armaments as conflicts and wars are encouraged just to make a profit regardless of the harm this does. Larger nations who profit from this talk of peace but are slow to achieve it while the money keeps rolling in.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I think this is now my favorite of yours Sanaa. How beautifully you wove in the concerns of your thoughts in the morning. I like this so much.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Myrna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
is verity
merely a word lost in translation? … love that!
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“come
let us plough peace as our new principle.”…”plough” Love the vigor and determination compressed in this word. And also the alliteration. Beautiful, Sanaa, as always.
Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
I really like the colours in the first stanza, Sanaa, so gentle – a soft morning – which changes abruptly in the second stanza to the madness and chaos. I like the hint of frustration the lines:
‘my mind
ponders over political salad dressing
where vegetable bits
turn one against something as relevant
as kosher salt’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
You are so adept with descriptive phrases! I love this…
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
So many good metaphors in this, the new-baked bread, the loss in translation, the political salad dressing…
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This has to be the best poem by you I ever read…. all the metaphors (I will think about this eating my salad)…
Maybe we are too distracted by pinpricks of less importance and forget the road we should walk together
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
I agree that this is one of your better efforts. Poetically, it dances off the page and rattles my cage. The two divergent points of view begin their Olympian wrestling match as you shake the slumber and the chaotic melee outside your window off, scrub it out of your hair, as you face the mysteries of a new day, fresh-faced, smiling, loving, arms open.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I like this boldness, Sanaa:
“let us stare
into the eyes of time, the unthinkable”
Thank you so much, Amaya 😀 so good to see you ❤️
That second stanza is like the main course to a lovely meal.
Thank you so much, Misky 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
The line breaks work very well to highlight the repetitions, creating anaphora here and there, especially with let…let…let. And you make a good paraphrase of the Richard Wilbur title, “Love Calls Us to the Things of this World.”
Thank you so much, M.J 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A wonderful poem of deep thought and wisdom! I love the ‘Freshly baked hope and political salad dressing!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I greet the day
with fire in my soul
and determination raging my breast
Rage on rage on! I like the power and relentless durection of this piece Sanaa. I really like the Photoshop FX on the photo!
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sanaa, both grounded and ethereal, it is beautiful.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Jade 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
I love that last stanza starting with: I greet the day
with fire in my soul. Have a good weekend!!!
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You too, have a lovely weekend 🌹
My favorite lines:
“my mind
ponders over political salad dressing
where vegetable bits
turn one against something as relevant
as kosher salt;”
Thank you so much, Arcadia Maria 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Amen!
I love the momentum of this poem, how it builds in thought and explodes into what I view as a powerful plea or prayer for change. This is absolutely beautiful, Sanaa.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Mish 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
Nice ending about ploughing peace as a principle.
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
i love the slow languid rising Sanaa, a sensuous arising of oneself to the problems,and feeling creeping in empowers the soul, such powerful writing
Thank you so much, Gina 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
come let us plough peace
as our new principle.
It is so elusive. If only peace can be accepted in the same spirit as the fine weather of the day!
Hank
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️
I greet the day
with fire in my soul
and determination raging in my breast,
let there be a breeze of change
Your youth and strength and vitality is so evident in this lovely write, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Poppy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Truly we should beat our swords into plowshares. Stunning tilt from sweet softness to madness and back again
Thank you so much, Lona 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“This morning wasn’t grey
rather
it was dipped into soothing lavender ”
Love this imagery. My hope is with your ending.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Wow! What a poem Sanaa! Huge fan of your poetry. Love the way you paint your thoughts with your unique style like freshly baked hope , political salad dressing and veg. bits…..or plough peace. Just love it. Proud of you my child. Hope your poetry brings a positive change. Be blessed.
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Nuzhat aunty 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️