Leaning atop the graceful balustrade

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One cube of sugar and a mug full of likelihood as the sun upon
the horizon sets; why is it that we taste every detail of ongoing
life twice? Everything has meaning, even silence that glows in
the pupils of those who have understood;  I am slightly hesitant
owing to the direction of the wind, its sting outweighs buoyancy
dark amber; rejection is all but unimaginable, we seldom think
of it.

Being humble is just that, being humble.  It’s neither a weapon
nor a strategy nor a mask, only a virtue.  I reminisce about the
days when I was younger and everything seemed hypnagogic,
rosy. Could it be that we never truly change but merely learn to
outmanoeuvre it all? The sparkle in my matured hazel flows in
return.

And though, sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy;
I keep going.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Linda hosts at dVerse and asks to write inspired by a line from “Spring azures,” from the book ‘Wild Geese,’ by Mary Oliver. 💝

Posted for Prosery Monday: Bone Weary @ dVerse Poets Pub

48 Replies to “Leaning atop the graceful balustrade”

  1. Ahhhh Sanaa….you never disappoint. Romanticist supreme.
    I especially love these lines:
    “Could it be that we never truly change but merely learn to
    outmanoeuvre it all? The sparkle in my matured hazel flows in
    return.
    And though, sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy;
    I keep going.”
    What a wonderful question to ponder upon. Happy Monday, my friend.

    1. Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  2. It’s only worriers that ’taste every detail of ongoing life twice’, people like me who analyse everything and agonise about what could have been done better. I too reminisce about the days when I was younger and everything seemed rosy – but that’s because of the rose-coloured spectacles I picked up along the way. And so we keep going…

  3. I do remember that seemed rosy when young, but I also remember it could be terribly dark sometimes… maybe the colors dull to grey as we age… and we just keep walking through the fog.

  4. There is a wistful world-weariness about this piece:
    ‘Could it be that we never truly change but merely learn to
    outmanoeuvre it all?’ is an intriguing question.
    I love the resolve at the end to keep going in spite of it all.

  5. Such a thoughtful piece, Saana. I agree you do have such a unique style. I like the combination of sparkle and weariness–to me, it’s like a bit of hope in perhaps seeing things in a new way. Or learning to maneuver. 😀

  6. I love any poem with “hypnagogic” in it, a state I often achieve coming slowly out of a dream. Your analysis of a “life” is rife with truth. If you think Zen, we have a “life review” in Bardo, as prep for our next incarnation. So, we live it three times.

  7. So much in this. It feels like me today, I still keep going. I love “humble is just a virture”. Oh, if we could only stay there for more than a while at a time!

  8. There are times in life when you feel like momentum keeps you going, and when you pause, well, the tears flow, as expectations disappoint. I loved this heartfelt meditation on time and its passage. So beautifully written, Sanaa.

  9. I love this piece Sanaa, so beautiful — especially… “Being humble is just that, being humble. It’s neither a weapon nor a strategy nor a mask, only a virtue.” Wonderful writing!

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