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
66 Responses
Warm June rains are so delightful to dance in.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️
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.”
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
I am still in love with that first line. And the “honey-dew wisdom” tastes just as delicious inside my skull. Yum.
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Your last verse wraps this piece up beautifully.
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so good to see you ❤️
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….
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I knew you’d do wonders with metaphor! I especially love “words unblunted” and “the tickle of marigold’s tongue”.
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!❤️
unblunted words – cut (yes, sharp as a knife) Nice!
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I especially love “the tickle of marigold’s tongue” — an unusual image!
Thank you so much, Marilyn 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Wonderful work, Sanaa. I was particularly captured by the second stanza.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
To use one of your favourites
“whistles”!!!!
Much🌼love
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Oh….that was a good one!!
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so good to see you ❤️
The spirit’s rose, faded with colors of regret, is very poignant.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I adore “the tickle of marigold’s tongue”
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Sanaa, you’re a natural with free verse..so I wasn’t surprised at the flow here. My fav:”Love is annihilation of consciousness….”
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
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
Thank you so much, Hank 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Beautiful imagery you have outdone yourself once more..
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so good to see you ❤️
You always write beautifully, and this poem is no exception. Really enjoyed this piece.
Thank you so much, Julian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
tickle of marigold’s tongue.. oh that is such a fun image!!
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you ❤️
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.
Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
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.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
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.”
Thank you so much, Teal 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
This time, I loved ” love is the tickle of marigold’s tongue.” Awesome!
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Wonderful how you always find new and fresh ways to describe this perennial topic! I love especially the lines Teal also singles out.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love can be ferocious, or gentle – or anything in-between. And we still dance with arms wide open to take it in.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️
“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…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Much🌺love
Tactile and rich–I enjoyed the last stanza that contrasted overindulgence evaporating to emptiness, which felt like the ending of a ballet. 🙂
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Yes, indeed, that IS what love is!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so good to see you ❤️
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.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
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’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
poems that bleed beneath harvest moon…so sad and yet so very true.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Stellar! Stunning … impactful … and real!
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so good to see you ❤️
so that’s what love is, and it can be bitter-sweet. 🙂
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Lee San ❤️
Yes, “regret,” is made of colors, colors we can those colors to ones we like more!!! May the rainbow be your’s.
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so good to see you ❤️