Misty mornings haul maddened waters with ease

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“Understanding languages and other cultures builds bridges.” – Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun

We are our own beginnings, much like misty mornings that haul
maddened waters with ease; our actions
seeking to build bridges so as to connect with other languages
and cultures—lemon chiffon curiosity calmed, are they ever just words?
I have lounged under many a condescending sky;
cold grass crumpling underfoot; there is no softer way to undo wreckage,
a harshly lit blue
on the edge of a political precipice, words then are part of making
decisions, if this sounds far-fetched, refer again
to burly wood documentation.
A quickening of delusion, an empty thing, azaleas rubbing her eyes,
an echo of a forgotten substance,
we become the loveliest of shades when we realize we are stronger
together;  te gustaria cenar conmigo (would you like to dine with me)
get the drift?
Is there a place next to your heart for me, the lessons I have understood
convey far less meaning otherwise,
what separates us must become the thing that binds us, I tell you,
build a bridge, come build a bridge with me,
no lusty nonsense, neither soundly derived nor well-placed,
we talk about making the right choices but inconsistencies haunt
instead—an arch reply, I am an argument, an iron band,
find me in quiet reflections,
undisturbed goldenrod hours, we are our own beginnings, so notice
what’s growing around the edges of the words of those around you;
fill the cracks
with tone.
How else do we utilize layers of living and depths that have been
accumulated over the years?

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Terrace with round table, Volkan Vardar, Pexels.

An early unveiling of April Poem-a-Day Challenge Day 28 🥠

Merril host at dVerse and invites us to write either a Puente
or a poem about bridges. Come join us! 💝

Posted for Poetics: “Build a Bridge,” @ dVerse Poets Pub

37 Replies to “Misty mornings haul maddened waters with ease”

  1. I love the embedded Spanish… really bridging the world is a lot about trying to comprehend another language.

  2. So much here! Definitely a poem to read a few times.
    “what separates us must become the thing that binds us, I tell you,
    build a bridge, come build a bridge with me. . .” That’s lovely.
    “Condescending sky” made me laugh. I love it!

    1. Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  3. Language is indeed a bridge, Sanaa, and I like the way you have explored that idea in this poem: the connections between languages and cultures; the thought that ‘we become the loveliest of shades when we realize we are stronger together’; and ‘notice what’s growing around the edges of the words of those around you’.

  4. Sanaa- I love all of this but my favorite passage is: ‘undisturbed goldenrod hours, we are our own beginnings, so notice
    what’s growing around the edges of the words of those around you;
    fill the cracks with tone. Stunning in its depth!

  5. I love the power and meaning of this line: build a bridge, come build a bridge with me.

    Stronger together & fill the cracks with tone – Peace to you! Gorgeous poem.

  6. This is full of delightful lines Sanaa, such as
    ‘lemon chiffon curiosity calmed’ and ‘I have lounged under many a condescending sky;’
    I love that you wove some Spanish in there too: the language of amor!

  7. When I was a child I dreamed of a world not yet realized, where mankind has bred itself into one ethnicity, a combination, a blending a bridge between everyone and the One to come; and it will be the same with language. We will be reborn as “earthites”.

  8. You used the “bridge” prompt rather than form prompt, and then put the bridge in anyway, in the beautiful set Spanish, which both links and separates the two parts of the poem. I read through it several times, moving the spot where I took a breath before continuing. The sense changes, depending where you breathe.

  9. If only we could all speak in tongues and use our words to build bridges and use those “layers of living and depths that have been
    accumulated over the years” You said it all perfectly! 💖

  10. This is incredibly beautiful … love how you make the reader believe you are speaking only to him/her. So wonderfully intimate.

  11. Sanaa, often, when I read your poetry, I wish I could download your mind into mine so I could be half as clever.

    what separates us must become the thing that binds us

    This is so incredibly wise and true. I absolutely believe this.

    <3
    David

  12. I like the way you have examined language here.
    “what separates us must become the thing that binds us, I tell you,
    build a bridge, come build a bridge with me. . .” and
    “…so notice what’s growing around the edges of the words of those around you” those lines touch me.

  13. I know I’ve been gone for a week (and thank you so much for your lovely messages) – but it seems to me that in the recent poems you’ve been writing, there has been a lot of reflection…thinking….questioning….rather than describing a place or feeling or image. I love this side of you.
    “lemon chiffon curiosity calmed” but oh here is the Sanaa we see so often…the deliciously romantic description — and how could it be more delicious than this?
    But the questions and pondering you do here are food for the soul. A political precipice….wooden documentation….an echo of forgotten substance….and then the pleading for the bridge. Oh yes…..how much better the world could be if we listened, learned, worked across our divides. Well done!

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