In cloud forest sighs take refuge;
become loud in soft light
as wintry wind blows hair into artistic swirls–
how then,
am I supposed to laud the mountains?
Be in visual empathy with red poppies below?
I am torn between the two.
Lines composed so that he would dishevel
his hair; as rays sweet
come upon moss softened rocks,
oh, let them be–
in cobalt blue of the sky, shimmer unconfined;
I find, I am unable to breathe otherwise.
Would that Neruda lend me some words;
scent of magnolias, peach
and a chorus bold,
for dusk pales in comparison to contours–
clairvoyant eyes,
who can define hypnotic lustre,
in a world where romance is a thing of the past,
the grey-brown of his pupils,
confirm what otherwise remains hidden,
remains obscure.
I confess, they bewitch me with their wild civility,
now, especially when the sea is wanton.
And yet, somehow, he deems himself as ordinary,
what devilry is this
that buds between complicated hours of life
and death, blossom in return–
would that Frost lend me insight,
a luscious escape
into the wilderness so as to collect my thoughts,
I shall, then, describe the numerous ways
in which he dismisses the pulsating of heart;
I claim full responsibility.
Hair disheveled after lines are composed.
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“Would that Neruda lend me some words;
scent of magnolias, peach
and a chorus bold,
for dusk pales in comparison to contours–
clairvoyant eyes, ”
sigh….you are indeed the queen of romanticism!
Haha can’t help it! Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Dear Sanaa you did not need Neruda for inspiration! This was beautifully penned. I wanted to dishevel his hair ☺️❤️
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Just beautiful, Sanaa! I also found your reading very moving ❤️
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 It was so wonderful to have you with us after all this time!! 💄❤️
Gorgeous, how you spun this and bewitched us all! I was in “visual empathy” with more than just the red poppies, I could feel the “cobalt blue of the sky, shimmer unconfined;” and I too, was left breathless! Great piece!
Thank you so much, my dearest Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is a stunning piece, Sanaa. 🙂
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It was wonderful to hear you read yesterday, Sanaa. This poem would work perfectly as a companion piece to the poem you read. I especially love how the title was transformed at the end to “Hair disheveled after lines are composed.” ❤️
A companion piece .. yes! Wow I hadn’t thought of it that way 😀 You are right! Thank you so much, Merril 🙂 so glad you liked it! I will be performing this one on Saturday 💄❤️
I could hear the “sigh” of the first line echoing throughout the poem.
Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is wonderful! So full of imagery, and I love the ending.
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 it was wonderful to meet you at Open Link LIVE! 💄❤️
These lines are truly romantic, Sanaa, and I love the way you thread the dishevelled hair through them. You had me hooked with the opening line. I really enjoyed the lines:
‘how then,
am I supposed to laud the mountains?
Be in visual empathy with red poppies below?
I am torn between the two’,
the phrase ‘dusk pales in comparison to contours’, and the wanton sea.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
Beautiful poem, Sanaa! A sensory cornucopia! I especially love the 3rd and 4th stanzas, too many wonderful lines to quote 🙂
Thank you so much, my dearest Sunra 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Wonderful writings Sanaa! As always one gets treated to great poetry all the time!
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Loved to hear you read this (and the other poem) so romantic as usual
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️