Memoirs Of A Burgeoning Poet

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Whisper to me now;
always onward, always toward the flow of destiny.
Breaking deliciously off the trees is despair,
specks of mahogany, berry red and brown curl around the edge,
I am untamed,
my subconscious unfrosted unlike leaves at the mercy
of upcoming winter—
tell me, how does one translate emotion?
blushingly see the art of forming words in the shape of mouth—
it is the common failing of human mind,
a malady of sorts
where it continues to undermine, to underestimate itself;
be gone awhile,
I am heeding to the voice of unapologetic empowerment
that’s sounding from the rooftop.

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Fabian Perez 1967, Pinterest

“I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound
my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.”― Walt Whitman

Join me as I host Open Link Night – LIVE event at dVerse this
Thursday on Thanksgiving 💝

Posted for Open Link #279 – Live Edition @ dVerse Poets Pub

38 Replies to “Memoirs Of A Burgeoning Poet”

  1. It is such a challenge to capture that untamed voice, give it power and color from our deepest mind. I specially admire that ending words to letting that voice of unapologetic empowerment ring from the rooftop.

    Thanks for hosting our Live OLN.

  2. Your Whitman quote was incredible–he was part of my mentorship. Your poetry continues to blossom and grow and expand. There are so many in our group that reveal themselves in their poetics, and now the four OLN video chats augment and illuminate and intensify our fellowship. Thank you for picking up the mantle of leadership. I was one who was asked to host, to lead, but I was too “busy” to accept the responsibility.

    1. Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you! I appreciate your love and support greatly 💄❤️ Here’s to many more Live events at dVerse!

  3. I was really hoping you would read tonight! Was waiting for you to read… and this would have been beautiful to listen to! Thank you for hosting… and so lovely to finally see you after all these years of community sharing xxxx

    1. Thank you so much, Shaista 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! I was actually one of the first people to read their poems tonight. It was wonderful to see you too! 💄❤️

  4. “tell me, how does one translate emotion?
    blushingly see the art of forming words in the shape of mouth—
    it is the common failing of human mind,
    a malady of sorts”
    – These lines spoke to me. I also like the strength in your poem to voice yourself, your untamed words into the air.
    Wonderful.

  5. Sanaa, you pose a brilliant question:

    “my subconscious unfrosted unlike leaves at the mercy
    of upcoming winter—
    tell me, how does one translate emotion?”

    How do we reveal ourselves, our true inner being and humanity? How do we capture and translate our emotions and others? The context is what we capture in our conscious mind, but our subconscious when unfrosted may provide the clues we may have otherwise missed. A very beautiful and philosophical poem! You write so eloquently with fervor. A fantastic piece from beginning to end, poetess.

    1. Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

      You are always so generous with praise!

  6. Such a beautiful response to Whitman. A wonderful Ars Poetica! I do think there is an element, perhaps the crucial element to poetry is to be untamed, to be able to speak honestly those things that no other form allows, to describe with words those things that cannot be put into words is a wild presumption, and yet here we are. Your poem builds softly through lines of doubt and oppression, the subtle press of coming winter, the questioning of self, but then turns on a powerfully leveraged volta to proclaim what can be. to be free to speak wildly from the rooftops. I am finally reading Atwood’s “Handmaid’s Tale,” and your poem sings in wonderful contradistinction to the oppressions of dress, thought, emotion, and self that we can be caught in. Your poem is very tender for me, I pray you may always be able to sing your true heart from the rooftops, the world needs you. 🙂

  7. A beautiful poem Sanaa! The poem and the photo both have the same attitude! I love this question: tell me, how does one translate emotion?
    Keep shouting from the rooftop! We are listening!!

  8. ‘heeding to the voice of unapologetic empowerment’ – I love it! Good luck with your new job, don’t let it stop you writing poetry. At the moment I often find myself writing poetry in the bathroom! Thank you once again for hosting, Sanaa 😊

  9. I’m sorry I’m late in commenting on your poem, Sanaa, but I was so tired last night and overslept this morning. A burgeoning poet? You’re fully fledged! I love the progression in this poem, from the gentle whisper of the opening line to beginning, through the beautiful autumn colours to the confidence in listening to the ‘voice of unapologetic empowerment / that’s sounding from the rooftop’. I love the idea of the ‘subconscious unfrosted unlike leaves at the mercy / of upcoming winter’ and the poetic rhetorical question (that you answer with your poem) ‘how does one translate emotion?’

  10. This is wonderful, Sanaa! I’m sorry I missed you reading it.
    This is a brilliant response to Whitman.
    “I am heeding to the voice of unapologetic empowerment
    that’s sounding from the rooftop.”
    Keep on keeping on. The world needs people like you. 💙

  11. Well, I missed it ~ again. The live event, next time.

    … ‘breaking deliciously off the trees is despair’ has to be one of my all time favorite lines.

  12. I often want to write about writing, especially when the writing is difficult, and I often shy away. But this nails it, with beautiful poetic language as well as capturing both the flow and the challenge.

  13. Finding ones’s strength is challenging, but oh so liberating. This is wonderful Sanaa! The picture is powerful and sensuous in its expression if jfreedom, of choice. Beautiful! …and Whitman — so cool… 🙂

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