November 3rd, on the eve of his execution

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I count
droplets as white noise
hammers
upon my nerves,
a breath alone
measures false sense of security
and emptiness
of a desecrated black sky.
Perhaps
hope is hiding
where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.
Delirium
as though an elixir promising youth
is a dark dance
of an insatiable body, soul, heart
and mind.

 

Photo credits: Bizarre pictures show 19th century

Posted for ‘Camera Flash 55’ @ Real Toads 

also on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

 

Comments

  1. Kerry says:

    Woohoo! This is fabulous, Sanaa! Your title just blew me away for a start and the content of the poem itself is so finely-tuned to the moment. Brilliant.

    Thank you!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

  2. Mary says:

    Oh, this is chilling, Sanaa. I like the idea of hope hiding where the eye can’t reach. I am sure it must be out there somewhere!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Mary ❤️

  3. I too like the line about hope hiding. If we look hard enough, we will find it.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  4. Helen Patrice says:

    Those lines of hope hiding where the naked eye can’t reach just kill me. Brilliant poem, with amazing solid imagery.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  5. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I wonder how to imagine the night before an execution.. I agree with Kerry, the title in itself is wonderful..

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  6. Shawna says:

    Before taking the poem into consideration as a whole, I have to say, I love the first line on its own. You DO count. I just want to sit with that truth for a minute, letting that message be everything.

    Also, in the title, I very much enjoy imagining Eve to be a name.

    This whole piece is powerful, creepy, and haunting. It could be interpreted in so many ways, which I love. Revenge. Fear. Truly a man about to be executed. Ex-ecuted. As in, broken up with.

    The part about staying young makes me think of the blood queen, or whatever she’s called — the one who killed people for their blood, rubbing it on her skin believing it kept her looking young. The man about to be executed could be “donating” his blood to the cause.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Shawna 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  7. Old Egg says:

    “An elixir promising youth” Please let me know where I can buy some Sanaa! However back to your words. I love the depth of this poem in the narrators search for that elixir. Perhaps we all should be like that never giving up on our goals.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  8. Jim says:

    Delirium, probably reached by going crazy, can cover and hide all fear. I liked reading your path to that Delirium.
    ..

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Jim ❤️

  9. The title whetted my appetite and your poem satisfied it, Sanaa! You’ve created a tense feeling with the opening lines, with white noise hammering nerves, and I love the idea of hope hiding where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️

  10. I love the title, and the counting of droplets as white noise. Awesome.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  11. Magical Mystical Teacher says:

    Sometimes the white noise is necessary to drown out the horrors of the world.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️

  12. gillena says:

    Nice write Sanaa. My favourite lines
    “hope is hiding
    where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.”
    Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    Much🎶🖤🎶love

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you ❤️

      Much🥠☕love

  13. the whole poem focuses the mind on the final moments – so well contrived and conceived and quite a change from your usual motifs but so well executed!!!
    p.s. maybe the toothache has honed the nerve tingling sensations of this poem – hope it gets better soon – nothing like teeth for agony

    1. Sanaa says:

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

      PS: The toothache began Sunday morning.. hopefully it will subside soon.

  14. Vivian Zems says:

    Perhaps hope is hiding……love the tone of this 🙂

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  15. Truedessa says:

    Delirium – a state of confusion — where is hope hiding or is all lost to the blackness of the sky?

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  16. Maybe a little black magic going on here!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Colleen ❤️

  17. Great title and fabulous words!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  18. Startling! Nowhere to go but dark, with this prompt – and you;’e done it well.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  19. Wendy Bourke says:

    Stunning! You wrote with depth and eloquence to prompt and picture. Wonderful writing!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  20. KB says:

    Fantastic take on the prompt. Love it

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, KB 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  21. dsnake1 says:

    definitely chilling! a very good response to the picture prompt.
    i wonder how one feels, and thinks, on the eve of his/her execution.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  22. Alyssa says:

    “Delirium 
    as though an elixir promising youth 
    is a dark dance 
    of an insatiable body, soul, heart 
    and mind”…

    Gorgeously worded, Sanaa! 💙

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Alyssa 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  23. Jane Seymour says:

    This is dark and chilling! The image of the desecrated black sky reminds me of a quote by Burroughs and it goes like this: ‘Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.’

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  24. grapeling says:

    Sanaa, you’ve conjured up a darker corner from your usual Sunny self!

    i suppose one can’t appreciation the sun without also having darkness, eh?

    1. Sanaa says:

      Absolutely! 😉 And since we were required to write inspired by the picture there was nowhere to go but dark! Thanks for stopping by, Michael ❤️

  25. annell4 says:

    Some said it rained, no one could agree. Tomorrow he would die.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Most probably 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Annell ❤️

  26. Barry Dawson says:

    The title filled me with a foreboding dread, and the content expanded upon it. I felt like I was in the gallows awaiting my last walk.

    “Perhaps
    hope is hiding
    where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.”

    One can only hope. Exceptional work.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

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