Basket of figs is enough to wish upon;
saccharine, swirling dark empty spaces,
do they really exist for us to lose ourselves in?
For the avoidance of doubt
the chords of guitar have marked these fingers,
they are washed all over faded denim
snug, ripped at the knees and hot.
I’d like to think the one you conceal from everyone is visible
to me and my breath only;
stirred, the winter wind continues to blow
now that the leaves from the sugar gum trees have fallen,
they are so proud as though carob skin was their glory
all along-
they are instruments meant to cajole the swooping birds;
won’t you listen,
the bluegrass is something of a wonder that beckons
even from a distance.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Grace is our hostess today at dVerse with another prompt on
synaesthesia, this time on the cross over between music and
color. Come join us! 💝
Posted for MTB: Synesthesia @ dVerse Poets Pub
32 Responses
This was musical and magical. I loved the images you created. Really well done Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rob 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Oh Sanaa, this is magical! I was especially titillated by “I’d like to think the one you conceal from everyone is visible
to me and my breath only” 💖
Thank you so much, Red Cat 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
serenely romantic, you can’t help yourself!
Carob skin and cajoling resonate, lovely
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Good on you, you scribed a beautiful poem, rocked the prompt, and sprinkled it with romance. I liked “they are washed all over faded denim snug, ripped at the knees and hot.”
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is stunning!!
❤️❤️❤️
I love the music from the sounds of nature: winter wind, falling leaves from sugar gum trees falling, birds, bluegrass.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
Music at its finest orchestrated by nature!
Thank you so much, Eugenia 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Amazing orchestration of color, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Intimate and beautiful, I liked this line, “I’d like to think the one you conceal from everyone is visible to me and my breath only” The image brings a similar vibe which is haunting and poignant. Loved it!
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I like the chords of guitar have marked these fingers,
they are washed all over faded denim
Very nicely done!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A beautiful poem of love hidden away in winter:
‘I’d like to think the one you conceal from everyone is visible
to me and my breath only’
– just delightful 🙏
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The title is such a hook, Sanaa, and the opening lines so sweet with the basket of figs – a hint of Christmas over here, as figgy pudding is in one of our traditional songs. The lines that touched me most reminded me of my misspent youth:
‘the chords of guitar have marked these fingers,
they are washed all over faded denim
snug, ripped at the knees and hot.’
Guitar and faded denim belong together.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
You always take me away to this ethereal place. Simply lovely Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I read it, and then read it again, and then read it aloud. It settles in the brain then flits back out and you have to read it again.
Thank you so much, Alexandra 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I like the way the human music weaves in and out with that of the natural world–as it should be.
Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love this… the sugary colors made me think how music might stick, just like candy sticks to your fingers
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️