As the blackness of night comes, I calmly watch myself be erased, the
only evidence being continuous throbbing— dreaming peonies, I hear
them gathering, the world slows and just like that we are plunged into
nothingness.
A lawless region such as this is hard to let go of, soft and damp, yet my
fingers come away dry. Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart
which safely exists in the center of all things? I hunger for the light and
other aegean familiarities. When feeling enters into our bodies, it turns
into a fiery substance, a language that coruscates through and through;
and we are left clinging on until the shivery end.
It jumps from me to you, before we even touch, cornsilk conviction that
erupts. A celestial being that resides in the clouds, He’s given us a cup
from which we drink.
Photo credits: ‘Apparition of face and fruit dish,’ by Salvador Dali
Join me as I host Prosery Monday at dVerse and ask others towrite inspired by a line from “Heartbeat,” by Rainer Maria Rilke.
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I love the dreamlike surrealism of this Sanaa! Or perhaps its more nightmarish?
‘ A celestial being that resides in the clouds, He’s given us a cup
from which we drink.’
It makes me wonder whether ‘life is but a dream.’ Thought-provoking writing.
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
This reads like a dream, Sanaa. I like the idea of dreaming peonies and how the prompt line took you to the fiery substance of language.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is so beautiful and surrealistic, Sanaa. I can see why you chose the line–it fits the style of your piece. It’s lovely, and reading it I could see all the colors and images unfolding. ❤️
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Choosing Dali as your painting here is brilliant, I really feel the dream here… and I wonder if like many dreams it’s a journey lacking both beginning and end.
Yayy! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
What a fantastical tale, to be so close to God, together. Beautiful!
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I can’t work out if this is comforting or disturbing, and I love the openness of that confusion. Thanks for a great read
Thank you so much, Lonely Recluse 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
We are all drinking from the cup. Nice image teamed up with your poem. Continues the surreal thoughts of our present day existence
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Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Gillena 💄❤️
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Much love back..
Incredible piece, bang-on in surreal dreamland. Dali always transports us to mysterious landscapes. Your narrator seems to be a Nun to me, married to Jesus, and in love with Jehovah. I liked “cornsilk conviction that erupts”.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
So sensually surreal and dreamlike. A wonderful read.
Thank you so much, Marion 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
Sanaa, your ending in particular truly blows my mind – it’s stunning.
<3
David
Thank you so much, David 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A great poem Sanaa. The art piece fits perfectly…. Seems there may be a lot more going on here than appears on the surface!!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 I enjoyed writing this one 💄❤️
This story is a dreamscape.
❤️ ❤️ ❤️
The painting and your words work really well with this quote.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
This is stunning. I’m dreaming for my peonies. I love the last line. That celestial being pouring out a cup for us to drink.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautifully written. I like how surreal this story feels and the way that the line from the poem does not seem out of place.
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
Perhaps this is what happens to us at night. We are all plucked from daytime by “ A celestial being that resides in the clouds, He’s given us a cup
from which we drink.
You have given us a lot to think about Sanaa in this beautiful piece ☺️💕
Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You have captured both your own voice and the essence of Dali’s painting well Sanaa. He’s one of my favorite artists and your words are rife with surrealism.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
~~~ until the shivery end. Yes, a few shivers here. Thanks for a great Prosery prompt.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Helen 😀 I am pleased you enjoyed both the prose and prompt 💄❤️
What a pleasure to read your piece! An out of body experience.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Everything you write is so beautiful, and even your prose is poetic.
Love every word.
I was “ left clinging on until the shivery end.”
Thank you so much, Darius 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
A celestial being that resides in the clouds,
He’s given us a cup from which we drink.
The good hand of Providence is always there to extend benefits to young lovers who are wrought with throes of innocence and love. Great close Sanaa!
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
That Rilke fits like a glove with this. Smooth in tone , and wonderfully full of stunning visuals. You have outdone your own prompt. Thanks for the invite!!!!
Thank you so much, Corey 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(Thank you for coming!) 😀
Using Dali perfectly complimented this surreal dreamlike penning Sanaa.
“…and we are left clinging on until the shivery end.” Yes.
Love this prompt.
Thank you so much, Raivenne 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is absolutely breathtaking! 💖 I wish it would go on for a whole book. Perfectly chosen artwork to.
Thank you so much, Helene 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Absolutely gorgeous piece of writing. Ethereal and unusual with unexpected turns of phrase: I calmly watch myself be erased / only mouths are / cornsilk conviction <3 Bravo!
Thank you so much, Nina 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️