Of love, woe and metaphor

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Love is annihilation of consciousness,
with touch as cold as ice, penetrating
deep into a Poet’s bones.

You can feel its heart when storm clouds
rumble in the sky, feel words unblunted
cut through path of every false promise
made.

Love, is the tickle of marigold’s tongue,
a grey lightly raining morning in June,
and poems that bleed beneath harvest
moon.

Can you hear me murmuring its restless
tune?

I devoured a bag of honey-dew wisdom
knowing once the spirit’s rose is dead—
shall fade, which tinged, with colors of
regret.

 

Photo credits: Unsplash

Word list: Bones, annihilation, dead, ice.

Posted for ‘Poems in April’ @ Real Toads

Posted on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United 

Comments

  1. Rommy says:

    Warm June rains are so delightful to dance in.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️

  2. Your first stanza hits like a hammer, especially the first line. Love can be such a shocker, a crippling of self (if we don’t keep an eye on its creeping). Annihilation, indeed… Yet, we open our hearts, and whisper, “Have me anyway.”

    1. Sanaa says:

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

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

      1. I am still in love with that first line. And the “honey-dew wisdom” tastes just as delicious inside my skull. Yum.

        1. Sanaa says:

          ❤️❤️❤️

  3. Jae Rose says:

    Your last verse wraps this piece up beautifully.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  4. Ellecee says:

    I love this, especially the first lines
    “Love is annihilation of consciousness, with touch as cold as ice, penetrating deep into a Poet’s bones.”
    and so it is….

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  5. I knew you’d do wonders with metaphor! I especially love “words unblunted” and “the tickle of marigold’s tongue”.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!❤️

  6. Margaret says:

    unblunted words – cut (yes, sharp as a knife) Nice!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  7. I especially love “the tickle of marigold’s tongue” — an unusual image!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Marilyn 🙂 so good to see you ❤️

  8. Kerry says:

    Wonderful work, Sanaa. I was particularly captured by the second stanza.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  9. gillena says:

    To use one of your favourites

    “whistles”!!!!

    Much🌼love

    1. Sanaa says:

      ❤️❤️❤️

  10. Oh….that was a good one!!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  11. The spirit’s rose, faded with colors of regret, is very poignant.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  12. kanzensakura says:

    I adore “the tickle of marigold’s tongue”

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  13. Vivian Zems says:

    Sanaa, you’re a natural with free verse..so I wasn’t surprised at the flow here. My fav:”Love is annihilation of consciousness….”

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  14. kaykuala says:

    knowing once the spirit’s rose is dead—
    shall fade, which tinged, with colors of
    regret

    Love can certainly bring this feeling! Great close Sanaa!

    Hankm

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Hank 🙂 so good to see you ❤️

  15. Jae Rose says:

    Beautiful imagery you have outdone yourself once more..

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  16. Julian says:

    You always write beautifully, and this poem is no exception. Really enjoyed this piece.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  17. Thotpurge says:

    tickle of marigold’s tongue.. oh that is such a fun image!!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  18. HA says:

    Ah, these woes are felt and acknowledged in your verse.
    I absolutely loved this stanza: “Love, is the tickle of marigold’s tongue,/a grey lightly raining morning in June…”.
    Such a gorgeous write, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  19. Old Egg says:

    What cruel words of disappointment, sadness and regret that love was so fickle, so unkind to the narrator. How long would it be before the longing would overpower the memories and the spark of desire rekindle their mind? How beautifully you wrote this Sanaa, I really loved it.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  20. teal says:

    Oh, how beautiful:
    “Love, is the tickle of marigold’s tongue,
    a grey lightly raining morning in June,
    and poems that bleed beneath harvest
    moon.”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Teal 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️

  21. This time, I loved ” love is the tickle of marigold’s tongue.” Awesome!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  22. Wonderful how you always find new and fresh ways to describe this perennial topic! I love especially the lines Teal also singles out.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  23. Rommy says:

    Love can be ferocious, or gentle – or anything in-between. And we still dance with arms wide open to take it in.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️

  24. gillena says:

    “I devoured a bag of honey-dew wisdom
    knowing once the spirit’s rose is dead—
    shall fade, which tinged, with colors of
    regret.”

    Oh yes love does have its Menu of hurts
    Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today Sanaa

    much love…

    1. Sanaa says:

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

      Much🌺love

  25. Chrissa says:

    Tactile and rich–I enjoyed the last stanza that contrasted overindulgence evaporating to emptiness, which felt like the ending of a ballet. 🙂

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  26. Mary says:

    Yes, indeed, that IS what love is!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  27. Susan says:

    Ouch! The flavor of the diction in this poem is bitter and convincing.
    I hate those times when like the knives we sharpen, we “feel words unblunted.”
    I wish never again to feel ” annihilation of consciousness,
    with touch as cold as ice. . . ”
    Let me never again have hindsight showing me regret!
    Whether or not my wishes are possible, this is a sharp and fabulous poem.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  28. I love the first stanza, Sanaa, and I can feel that ice-cold touch! I also like the idea of ‘unblunted words’ and ‘the tickle of marigold’s tongue’.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  29. Toni Spencer says:

    poems that bleed beneath harvest moon…so sad and yet so very true.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  30. Wendy Bourke says:

    Stellar! Stunning … impactful … and real!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  31. dsnake1 says:

    so that’s what love is, and it can be bitter-sweet. 🙂

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Lee San ❤️

  32. annell4 says:

    Yes, “regret,” is made of colors, colors we can those colors to ones we like more!!! May the rainbow be your’s.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

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