My solace in the chaos

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

54 Responses

  1. Marian says:

    Ahhh, mysterious!

    • Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Marian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

  2. gillena says:

    Nice bit of rhetoric there
    “are you
    solace, my solace
    in the
    ~Chaos~”

    much love…

  3. Definitely mysterious, Sanaa!

  4. Bjorn says:

    Very mysterious. — loved it.

  5. Jo says:

    Dark and mysterious — love it!

  6. Vivian Zems says:

    “Why is it that the world no longer sees pain as pain..” A profound statement and a lovely poem. A giggle reading it backwards 🙂

  7. kaykuala says:

    to hold me
    is to search for
    compassion in your
    soul–

    There has to be some efforts before rewards come your way.

    Hank

  8. Magical Mystical Teacher says:

    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.

  9. Kerry says:

    Such an ambitious palindrome, Sanaa. I am in awe.

  10. Old Egg says:

    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!

  11. Mary says:

    Beautifully woven. Enjoyed that the poem seemed to go full circle!

  12. What a wonderful poem!!!

  13. 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.

  14. Thotpurge says:

    Why is it that the world no longer sees pain as pain- liked that!!

  15. I love the dusty rose moon!

  16. kanzensakura says:

    Dark and mysterious. I like how this goes full circle.

  17. ayala says:

    mysterious and dark.

  18. 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!

  19. Rebecca says:

    Why is it that the
    world no longer
    sees pain as pain–

    Sigh… Such a powerful and poignant statement! 💙

  20. Jane Seymour says:

    My goodness! I don’t remember seeing such an accomplished palindrome before 🙂 Bravo!

  21. Ekta khetan says:

    Whoa! that’s sweet and so poetic. Loved it!

  22. somehow this sounds sweet like a song for me…love the tone!

  23. … fragments of love scattered into the horizon … love that line … beautifully written 😊

  24. dsnake1 says:

    there is so much mystery in it. 🙂

  25. Jennifer Lawrence says:

    I am fragments of love
    scattered into the
    horizon, to hold me
    is to search for
    compassion in your
    soul–

    Gosh this is breathtaking!

  26. Sara McNulty says:

    ‘to hold me
    is to search for
    compassion in your
    soul–’

    gorgeous poem, Sanaa!

  27. 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…

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