Crimson is color of woe
which adorns my
mold that is shaped
by the bitter
caress of wind
and water
Why is it that the
world no longer
sees pain as pain–
I am fragments of love
scattered into the
horizon, to hold me
is to search for
compassion in your
soul–
Mysterious this night
weaves its way into
my heart
as overhead rose
full moon a shade
of dusty rose
inquiring are you
solace, my solace
in the
~Chaos~
the in solace my
solace you are
inquiring
rose dusty
of shade a moon
full rose overhead as
heart my
into way its
weaves night
this
Mysterious
–soul your in
compassion for
search to is
me hold to
horizon
the into
scattered
love of
fragments am I
–pain as pain
sees longer no
world the that
it is Why
water and wind of
caress bitter the
by shaped is
that mold
my adorns which
woe of color is
Crimson
Photo credits: Pinterest
Form: Palindrome
Posted for ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads
and Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
Ahhh, mysterious!
Thank you so much, Marian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Nice bit of rhetoric there
“are you
solace, my solace
in the
~Chaos~”
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Much🌼love
Definitely mysterious, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Very mysterious. — loved it.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Dark and mysterious — love it!
Thank you so much, Jo 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
“Why is it that the world no longer sees pain as pain..” A profound statement and a lovely poem. A giggle reading it backwards 🙂
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
to hold me
is to search for
compassion in your
soul–
There has to be some efforts before rewards come your way.
Hank
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️
I never thought of crimson being the color of woe before I read your poem, but why not? Any color associated with horrific or depressing events becomes a color of woe.
Thank you so much, MMT 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Such an ambitious palindrome, Sanaa. I am in awe.
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
The sadness or woe does turn itself inside out in ones mind as you fight to understand the loss you experience. I do know that love does hurt when it flees away Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Beautifully woven. Enjoyed that the poem seemed to go full circle!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
What a wonderful poem!!!
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Beautifully written ! Solace in chaos – lovely.
Especially loved these lines :
“I am fragments of love
scattered into the
horizon, to hold me
is to search for
compassion in your
soul– ”
It’s so true – we must have love and understanding within and then we can understand it outside.
Thank you so much, Neeraj 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Why is it that the world no longer sees pain as pain- liked that!!
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love the dusty rose moon!
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Dark and mysterious. I like how this goes full circle.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
mysterious and dark.
Thank you so much, Ayala 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
I think you are very brave to attempt the palindrome! So far my efforts have not resulted in anything I could use. But I have been thinking of using a central, unrepeated pivot line – and here you have successfully done just that!
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
Why is it that the
world no longer
sees pain as pain–
Sigh… Such a powerful and poignant statement! 💙
Thank you so much, Rebecca 😀 so good to see you ❤️
My goodness! I don’t remember seeing such an accomplished palindrome before 🙂 Bravo!
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
Whoa! that’s sweet and so poetic. Loved it!
Thank you so much, Ekta 😀 so good to see you ❤️
somehow this sounds sweet like a song for me…love the tone!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
… fragments of love scattered into the horizon … love that line … beautifully written 😊
Thank you so much, Loredana 😀 so good to see you ❤️
there is so much mystery in it. 🙂
Thank you so much, Cheong 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I am fragments of love
scattered into the
horizon, to hold me
is to search for
compassion in your
soul–
Gosh this is breathtaking!
Thank you so much, Jennifer 😀 so good to see you ❤️
‘to hold me
is to search for
compassion in your
soul–’
gorgeous poem, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
There is such a terrible sadness, mixed with a sense of longing, in that first question. Why is it indeed? Will the world ever see pain as what it is, again–ever-changing, building and shattering…
Thank you so much, Magaly 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️