October: When Poets Dream, Lament and Sing
Sanaa -
October 26, 2018
Earlier PoemsPoetry

Give me discomfort
as heather passing from bloom
discloses
to softened mud and appealing sun.
Give me lifelong woe for loving someone 
who like autumn wanders abroad
negligent of years 
and time that has passed.

I cannot forget roseate blush,
nor let go of memories sweet
and trials thrawn.
Can you feel the weight of centuries 
shouldered upon flailing arms?
Can you feel wisps of desire
tearing apart from gossamer clouds? 

I am twilight awaiting stars 
of stormy blue and brooding night, 
whatever happens 
this heart of mine will live on
to endure the rough caress of life;
like a kiss stolen
from a slumbering rosebud.

My scars are invisible
as emotions
unable to pinpoint cause of trouble,
as tears
tossed around by blustery wind,
as though unwilling to lose control
over a strong,
composed
and imperishable mind.

 

Photo credits: Taras Loboda, Lady in red, 1961

Posted on Beautiful Freaks Fest 2 @Mg’s Blog Party

Also Posted on “the Poetry Pantry” @ Poets United 

60 Responses

  1. Rommy says:
    October 26, 2018 at 6:44 pm

    Those invisible scars can certainly pull out tangible tears when they are prodded.

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  2. Holly says:
    October 26, 2018 at 8:46 pm

    Beautiful storms that erupt with memories time and time again.

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  3. Magaly Guerrero says:
    October 27, 2018 at 8:44 am

    There is something haunting about the thought of a “twilight awaiting stars”… It leaves me thinking that twilight is almost always before or after the stars are their brightest. So the waiting might never be completely fulfilling, the twilight is always wanting, always almost… That can certainly create all sorts of wee scars.

    Thanks so much for joining the BFF2, Sanaa. And for being the first!

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  4. Marcoantonio Arellano says:
    October 27, 2018 at 5:59 pm

    this is dauntingly haunting and lovely at the same time. the gathering of your words here are mystical and magical. this piece speaks to the spirit of the true nature of the founding of ‘los dias de los muertos’, in the country of my birth! Gracias for sharing!

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  5. Reba says:
    October 28, 2018 at 3:23 am

    Haunting and beautiful! The scars of the mind and soul are the most difficult to carry.

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  6. judie says:
    October 28, 2018 at 7:14 am

    I have now learned that rosebuds sleep, which is beautiful. But mostly, I send a kiss for your invisible emotions to help them heal. xo

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  7. Groovy Gothic says:
    October 28, 2018 at 8:32 am

    This is magnificent! The invisible scars are the ones that continue to hurt.

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  8. HA says:
    October 28, 2018 at 8:05 pm

    There are multitudes of emotions and feelings here, made all the more tactile in your imagery and lament — the scars and the resilience tell a powerful story.
    I especially liked this bit: “this heart of mine will live on/to endure the rough caress of life;/like a kiss stolen/from a slumbering rosebud.”

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  9. Magical Mystical Teacher says:
    October 28, 2018 at 10:19 pm

    “thrawn” A new word for me, and I’m grateful for having encountered it in your poem. Thank you!

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  10. Sharon Rawson says:
    October 28, 2018 at 10:39 pm

    So beautifully sad! Your words made me realize how often I am feeling melancholy or wounded with no clear direction to pinpoint the cause. Thank you for your words.

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  11. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    October 28, 2018 at 11:36 pm

    Passion can hurt you so much… but is it a pain we can avoid really?

    maybe we should be proud of those scars.

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  12. Beverly Crawford says:
    October 29, 2018 at 1:24 am

    Passion found, love lost, invariably part of life’s journey! Well written.

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  13. Susan says:
    October 29, 2018 at 2:20 am

    There is something romantic, gothic even, about lingering suffering made so beautiful and somehow needed. The aura is inviting.

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  14. Sherry Blue Sky says:
    October 29, 2018 at 3:53 am

    I love “I am twilight awaiting stars of stormy blue.” How beautiful. “This heart of mine will live on.” Yes, it will, grown larger by every experience.

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  15. Sunshineshelle says:
    October 29, 2018 at 5:26 am

    Invisible scars can be the deepest… those who have been wounded yet ‘live on’… beautiful thoughtful words written here, and the image, ahh ❤️

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  16. gillena says:
    October 29, 2018 at 5:39 am

    “like a kiss stolen
    from a slumbering rosebud”
    Absolutely, twilight can be thst sneaky.
    Thanks for dropping by my sumi-e Su day today Sanaa

    Much❤love

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  17. Colleen LOOSELEAFNOTES says:
    October 29, 2018 at 5:55 am

    I feel the weight and the wisp, as well as the rose petaled stolen kiss. Thanks for conjuring that.

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  18. Chrissa says:
    October 29, 2018 at 6:22 am

    Ooooo, this was vivid and tactile in all the best ways. Love the image and the way you create an entire world within it.

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  19. Old Egg says:
    October 29, 2018 at 7:00 am

    What a wonderful poem of love, life and pain. How the reader is grasped, sucked in almost, to the narrators world, possibly because he/she has been to those places as well.

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  20. Myrna says:
    October 29, 2018 at 8:13 am

    I enjoyed reading this. It has elements of grief, resignation and survival while telling a romantic story. Well done. I liked this very much.

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  21. Wendy Bourke says:
    October 29, 2018 at 8:37 am

    This has a wonderful soliloquy quality to it, that I find very compelling. A lovely piece.

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  22. ZQ says:
    October 29, 2018 at 9:55 am

    Happy Halloween!

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  23. Mary says:
    October 29, 2018 at 10:00 am

    Beautifully penned. Invisible scars are scars nonetheless.

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  24. Truedessa says:
    October 29, 2018 at 10:09 am

    The scars of love often lie beneath the skin and one never knows when they will surface.

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  25. Thotpurge says:
    October 29, 2018 at 2:43 pm

    someone
    who like autumn wanders abroad
    negligent of years
    and time that has passed…

    like the autumn analogy here!

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  26. Cressida says:
    October 29, 2018 at 9:54 pm

    Never heard or seen ‘thrawn”…great word…Now I’m wondering which other words you have hidden up your sleeve:) Give thanks for the strong imperishable mind. You cannot purchase one. It matters the most.

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    • Sanaa says:
      October 30, 2018 at 12:14 am

      Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Cressida ❤️

      PS: ‘Thrawn’ means perverse, unpleasant, sullen. It’s actually an adjective of a Scottish origin 🙂

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  27. dsnake1 says:
    October 30, 2018 at 9:13 pm

    there seems so much hurt in these exquisite lines.
    brilliant write!

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  28. Carrie Van Horn says:
    October 31, 2018 at 5:19 am

    This is stunning Sanaa! I especially love the line, “Can you feel the weight of centuries shouldered upon flailing arms?” What an amazing line!! Love does bring scars in it’s beauty doesn’t it?

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  29. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    October 31, 2018 at 6:10 am

    Besides the word-beauty, I like the feeling of fidelity to the truth of those unseen scars.

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  30. Danae Wulfe says:
    November 2, 2018 at 8:40 am

    Lovely, haunting imagery. An “imperishable mind” is a beautiful thing to have. Thank you for sharing yours. ❤️

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