Poem inspired by the quoted pieces of Rupi Kaur’s poetic masterpiece “Milk and Honey.”
There is no mirror to state the condition of mind
here in this purgatory of sorts,
as darkly I trace the wounds of flesh
inflicted,
part sin and part virtue
as drops of rose fragrance unto me cling.
The moon drips silver
gliding from the once abundant sky
I suppose even she gets tired eternally surrounded
by courtier clouds
what a brutal irony it is that we get to choose the way we perceive
but not feel,
my lips as ever blood red from exhaustion.
At the sound of a horn the gates open themselves
I lie in wait
for amnesty or damnation to claim me
as life in its monochrome musing flashes
before my eyes.
I have loved you as honey knowing not drops lingered
elsewhere too,
let us now settle the score for angels have reckoned that hour
is nearing its close.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Wild Friday #2 @ Poets United
I love how you have woven the milk and honey into this poem
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is so good, Sanaa.
I love:
“what a brutal irony it is that we get to choose the way we perceive
but not feel”
“I lie in wait
for amnesty or damnation”
“I have loved you as honey”
Thank you so much, Shawna 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“what a brutal irony it is that we get to choose the way we perceive / but not feel” You have captured something absolutely essential in those lines I think. Perceptions are something of the mind, but feelings are of the heart.
Thank you so much, Lori 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Eloquent and sublime!
Love this bit : “I have loved you as honey knowing not drops lingered
elsewhere too…”
Love this!❤️
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
How expressive your poetry is Sanaa and the imagery is so profound. My favorite line is I notice above identical as Vivian’s comment! Sadly we often find that our love wavers which enriches us but saddens those we love too.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
“drops of rose fragrance unto me cling”
A lovely image! It should lead only to sweetness.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Damn feelings that stick around far longer than they have a right too, especially for one who’s honey “lingered elsewhere too”. All the logic and reasoning in the world can do what time can., but hopefully time will release the protagonist from purgatory soon.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
The middle stanza sings to me the loudest (as you probably already know). It’s the silver of the moon, those lips so alive with red, the brutal ironies.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
So, much emotion woven with the delicate and the be damned! Wow…some intense Aries moon energy lingers in your words! Bravo…so, well done!
I am better, thanks for your lovely energy and kind thoughts~ I get sinus allergies when the cotton blooms and my migraine was so, bad I thought I had the flu.
I think I will try your challenge tonight and link it to the poetry pantry. I will mention you and your prompt. Bravo, I can smell the rose perfume…and feel those thorns..ouch!
Thank you so much, Ella 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
That first line about the mirror – we rely on them SO much, yet really they reveal very little – or we become very good at hiding our true selves…
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love this poem, Sanaa. This little gem caught my eye: “I have loved you as honey knowing not drops lingered
elsewhere too…”
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Dripping red in monochrome unreality.
Hop you are well Sunny One.
Great to see you continue to shine.
Much love
~ Moonie
Thank you so much, Leslie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Much 🌹🌻🌷 love