There is a peculiar shade of indigo hurt in the sky
that reflects in my eyes,
as the night commenced with its jagged tongue
narrating tales
while gulping the clouds, the thunder and rain
an idiosyncrasy
which I find both difficult and necessary to understand.
Did you think I was unfamiliar with the game
blind to the lipstick smear on your collar,
I am the heart of city
a highway that leads to both dreams fulfilled
and prison of unresolved thoughts.
I see the way you look at me
as though a berry brightly coloured,
sweet and sour,
which you can graze with your tongue
melt in your mouth,
I am October feisty and unafraid of being blown away by the system
by the wind,
I am awaiting the birth of new order–
a voice that will deafen the chaos that surrounds it.
Nowadays love is bittersweet,
it’s both scattered pieces of soul and a request to dismiss ache,
to outwit insanity
I have come too far to fall behind
there are Poets strolling along an endless path
of stormy white,
I refuse to be kissed by memories that offer nothing
but gloom and despair.
The night is coming around to a close
as the sky is streaked with shafts of pink light
and hope,
thrumming in my ears are the words
‘forever is a feeling misunderstood,’
I am sifting through the lies and searching for what’s true.
Touch is ambiguous to feeling,
to words
that have yet to prove that they’re worthy of desire,
of trust
there is something about the way you smile that doesn’t reciprocate
with my own—
I am convinced that Poetry will either lodge you
in my heart or throw you out,
you are marked by the same obstinate longing as I.
Photo credits: Jon Tyson, vehicles on the road
Song choice: Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park (2003) 🎹
Join us as Bjorn and I host the dVerse LIVE open link event! ❤️
Posted for Open Link #277 @ dVerse Poets Pub
Longing, passionate, desire, and poetry. The makings of art, no? Beautiful, beautiful poem, Sanaa. I loved these lines the most:
“I am October feisty and unafraid of being blown away by the system
by the wind,
I am awaiting the birth of new order–”
Very empowering and quite lovely as well.
Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
We’ve had a whole day of October rain today, Sanaa, but I love yours. The phrase ‘a peculiar shade of indigo hurt in the sky’ sets the tone for the whole poem, and I love the defiance in the lines:
‘I am October feisty and unafraid of being blown away by the system
by the wind’
and
‘I refuse to be kissed by memories that offer nothing
but gloom and despair’.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love how you can shine with your optimism despite the darkness of October… if everyone to be as sparkling as that darkness would shine.
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Lovely poem–the darkness of October, but the expectation that you will get more.
“I refuse to be kissed by memories that offer nothing
but gloom and despair.”
It’s been raining here all day.
It was fun to hear you read, and I wonder if you will be up all night now? I wouldn’t be doing dVerse at that time. I’d be OK at 6 AM–I am such a morning person! 😀
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 it was a lot of fun co-hosting with Bjorn tonight and I loved hearing you read your poem. It was deliciously spooky. I am a night owl! 💄❤️
I really love the insightful perspective on a non-too-perfect relationship offered here. I can really identify with the lines:
‘I am the heart of city
a highway that leads to both dreams fulfilled
and prison of unresolved thoughts.’
It sounds like the narrator has enough pride and self-love to pull through however the relationship goes! I enjoyed your reading.
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Wow this is layered! I love
“I am October feisty and unafraid of being blown away by the system
by the wind,
I am awaiting the birth of new order–
a voice that will deafen the chaos that surrounds it.”
Don’t count on it.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A clever dichotomy between October weather and a shaky romance, a relationship that my be in peril. “There are poets strolling along an endless path of stormy white.” (White as in unrealistic gayety or a freezing mantle of snow?)
Ooh that is such a lovely interpretation of the poem, Glenn. I guess you could say it’s both considering we are headed towards winter. 💄❤️
Marvelous! <3
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Sanaa, at the end, maybe both. It was nice to hear you read your poem today and frustrating also with technical difficulties interfering with the enjoyment. Glad you were able to co-host with Bjorn today.
Thank you so much, Lisa 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
a tryst of love and endurance … hope the sun shines soon! Enjoyed the layers of this
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love your poem that bleeds for authenticity! That longing for what might not last… that searching for truth and yet having doubts. Your a strong-willed women that will not be taken in by the superficial!
Very well done!
I am the heart of city
a highway that leads to both dreams fulfilled
and prison of unresolved thoughts.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I hear in this the strength to blaze your own path forward regardless of circumstances. Wonderful. This part resonated for me.
“I am October feisty and unafraid of being blown away by the system
by the wind,
I am awaiting the birth of new order–”
Thank you so much, Alicia 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Time and love…but we can only move forward, through the shadow of the past. (K)
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Kerfe 💄❤️
WOW! This ranges far and wide! “ unafraid of being blown away by the system” I wish I could say the same, nothing terrifies me more. But in light of your words even that seems small. Also very poignant as the US election looms. I’ll vote for none of the above, I’ll vote for Love!
Thank you so so much, Eric 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
To me this is almost an ode to October rain. The voice will not be daunted….
“I see the way you look at me
as though a berry brightly coloured,
sweet and sour,
which you can graze with your tongue
melt in your mouth,”
These are the words that claim my attention the most.
And then the affirmation of the voice which is so powerful. “I am feisty…..I have come too far…..I refuse…” This is a powerful voice indeed.
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
First two lines of this extraordinary work pulled me in, and that is where I remained. Beautiful, beautiful. Brava.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Sanaa,
Your poem spoke to me at every turn. Love the strength and hope that came through. Well penned.
Oh, I was looking for the link so I could listen to the readings, even though I didn’t participate this week. Did I miss it somewhere?
Thanks,
Pat
Thank you so much, Pat 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(It’s on dVerse Oln .. at the end of the post. Enjoy)