You might not consider me swift because realm
of words has an easy and unhurried pace;
its beauty unspoiled,
is as though a rose that grows from concrete–
it provokes courage,
I should know,
it has taken me years to recognize the muse as it is.
‘All forms of dreaming come only after
you leap,’ a lovely notion,
if one chooses to adhere to the statement seriously.
On soft, insistent questioning of the muse,
I part curtains of thought,
leap between melting shadows and source
of light— of course, it isn’t easy
but would you rather be lost
in a ravine with a stagnant ditch?
One must allow themselves to be stripped
of everything
that they believe they know and once followed,
otherwise, clouds reddening in the east
will scud before the wind.
I am inebriated with wanderlust,
for life is full of possibilities and
words are just one of many
doorways to achieving what doubt brushes
away with fingertips.
I flirt with the muse and hope for a reciprocal comment
or gesture,
and see snow thawing in the sun,
horses galloping quickly,
and on both sides of the road, barley fields and villages;
trust me, when I say that it’s a sight to behold.
I am not afraid of element of risk,
rather I find it is something to smile about.
I am half out of my mind with emotion.
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36 Responses
I love this poem,I can really feel the joy of all the possibilities even though we somthing has to stop and listen to the dreams and emotions… truly a great poem
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
again and again you write with the broadest brushstrokes, so that I the reader have to stop and digest so many lovely lines
“I am inebriated with wanderlust,
for life is full of possibilities “
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Love the flirting with the muse. And this part resonated with me (filled with hope) :I am inebriated with wanderlust,
for life is full of possibilities and
words are just one of many
doorways to achieving what doubt brushes
away with fingertips.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is a poem to make your reader swoon, Sanaa. I love the phrase ‘realm of words has an easy and unhurried pace’;
and these delightful lines:
‘I part curtains of thought,
leap between melting shadows and source
of light— of course, it isn’t easy’
and
‘…life is full of possibilities and
words are just one of many
doorways to achieving what doubt brushes
away with fingertips’.
Please, don’t stop flirting with your muse!
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
PS: I won’t stop flirting. Promise!
I hear your voice so clearly here, Sanaa. Seasoned writing to the concept. My favorite part:
“On soft, insistent questioning of the muse,
I part curtains of thought,
leap between melting shadows and source
of light—”
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I like the parting curtains of thought and leaping between the melting shadows.
Thank you so much, Melissa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
What an adventure in words
“is as though a rose that grows from concrete–
it provokes courage, ”
Much♡love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love back to you 🥂
is as though a rose that grows from concrete–
it provokes courage,
I should know,
it has taken me years to recognize the muse as it is.
– so true, and beautifully expressed
Thank you so much, Nicole 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Leaping out of the mind’s ditch is the dance poetry high-wires. It takes heart and a day job, for sure, courage and discipline, inebriates and aspirin.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I like the exuberance of this–the flirting with the muse and adventure. I hear the poem with your voice. These lines stood out and also made me smile,
“I am inebriated with wanderlust,
for life is full of possibilities and
words are just one of many
doorways”
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Merril 😍 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I flirt with the muse and hope for a reciprocal comment
or gesture,
Your poetry is like fine art, Sanaa 😄
Thank you so much, Aboli 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
In a poem chock full of wonderful lines, this is my favorite, Sanaa ~~ ‘I part curtains of thought,leap between melting shadows and source
of light.’ A delight to read on a cloudy morning in Bend Oregon.
Thank you so much, my dearest Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
‘All forms of dreaming come only after
you leap,’
I love this Sanaa. It is so true. Leaping is always an act of faith and anticipation!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Simply gorgeous, the way you intoxicate us with your words, so full of passion and joy for art, its risk and its allure. I especially loved: “On soft, insistent questioning of the muse,
I part curtains of thought,
leap between melting shadows and source
of light” — Brilliant.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Creation is definitely an out of mind experience, a leap you put so well into words.
❤️❤️❤️
What an exuberant write and to be “inebriated with wanderlust” so resonated, Sanaa! A gorgeous write! 💖💖
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Dear Sanaa I salute your courage in all the risk-taking that you do and in all the letting go. Reading this on the day after the Leap, I honour the recognition that I, like you and probably differently, have taken that Leap (of faith? of risk? of bounding boundless joie de vivre?|) and not only survive, but thrive!
‘I part curtains of thought,
leap between melting shadows and source
of light— of course, it isn’t easy
but would you rather be lost
in a ravine with a stagnant ditch? ‘
I know that ravine, that ditch xxx
Thank you for evoking your muse, to nourish mine. big love { hug }
Thank you so much, Kathy 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Sending you love and hugs 🥂
“One must allow themselves to be stripped
of everything
that they believe they know and once followed,
otherwise, clouds reddening in the east
will scud before the wind. ”
This is an uplifting and joyous poem, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️