Nothing is too late, as Longfellow once said,
it is imperative, that one believes this.
Somewhat as sugar,
that carries symphonies of sensory idealism
in granules and bits,
fortunately, some new findings, for me
were getting close to turning the world on its head.
Poets expound on peaches and theories alike,
it’s a practice
that has been going on for decades,
we write of life, of desperation and ache
though love proves as a detour that one slips in
from time to time,
I cannot help thinking that vision gets clouded
by soft vellus on a date’s arm–
how is it that lies are hiding there
within the tissue of desire?
I have been told to coat evenly; to bake intention
in a pre-heated oven
in order to elude the devil, devastatingly fine
and attractive,
I should have listened as I walked into an argument,
as cobbler falls apart
due to erroneous estimation,
no really, ripe fruit can make more puddles than
winter rain–
and the same goes for uncertain relationships.
It’s best to relie on truth and cornstarch.
These gourmands, if pale, are the drip of the tree;
for they are afraid of grasps,
and long to be free–
here I am, less than a minute or so later
poetizing heartache with a truth that sears–
crimson-orange on a moldy slice of bread.
I wonder, if human beings have it in them to truly
learn from their mistakes.
Oh look; the sun is out today.
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LOVE this!
“Poets expound on peaches and theories alike,
it’s a practice
that has been going on for decades”
Yes indeed, that is so true. And he was the worm wriggling its way into the peach….best to spit it out!!!
And your affirmation in that last line….”Oh look! The sun is out today!” It is ineed….let it shine on you and bring you warmth!
Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
So much to ponder here, but this made me nod and also laugh:
“Poets expound on peaches and theories alike,
it’s a practice
that has been going on for decades,” So true.
Great to see you! 💙
It was wonderful to hear you read your Prometheus poem, too. Though I usually think of him with the eagle taking his liver because of the Ruben’s painting.
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
A bittersweet recipe for all those last nights that might have been todays. I liked the breezy diffidence of “It’s best to rely on truth and cornstarch. “
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is just fantastic. My favourite of your writings and it was so good hearing you read it today.
Much❤love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 it was wonderful to hear you read at Open Link LIVE too! 💄❤️
Poets expound on peaches and theories alike,
it’s a practice
that has been going on for decades,
I love your poem. The cobbler looks really good as well!
Interesting how lies get hidden in the tissues of desire! The laws of attraction and desire! Very well done, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
What a fantastically creative poem. I am reflecting these lines back to you since they stood out for me.
“Poets expound on peaches and theories alike,
it’s a practice
that has been going on for decades,”
“It’s best to rely on truth and cornstarch.”
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Ali 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You GO, Sanaa <3
Sincerely,
David
Thank you so much, David 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Diving deep as always, I especially loved – “no really, ripe fruit can make more puddles than
winter rain– 😍 Sounds true to me! Enjoyed!! 💝‼️
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You have done it AGAIN! You’ve composed a lovely poem with a powerful message.
Especially liked this like, “crimson-orange on a moldy slice of bread. ” what an image!
Thanks for sharing, Sanaa💖
Thank you so much, Mrityunjay 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
I really love the way you used the metaphor of ripe fruit… that cornstarch really made me smile
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love the title, Sanaa, the ‘sugar, that carries symphonies of sensory idealism in granules and bits’, the poets expounding ‘on peaches and theories alike’ and the thought of ripe fruit making ‘more puddles than winter rain’ – all the ways of describing ‘uncertain relationships’. The line that made me smile is: ‘It’s best to rely on truth and corn starch’.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is absolutely gorgeous, Sanaa! One of your finest, certainly one of my favourites of yours! <3 From that thought-provoking first line to the heart of it, right through to the resolve at the end and then that lovely uplift with the last line. My favourite lines:
"Nothing is too late, as Longfellow once said,
it is imperative, that one believes this.
Somewhat as sugar,
that carries symphonies of sensory idealism"
"I cannot help thinking that vision gets clouded
by soft vellus on a date’s arm–
how is it that lies are hiding there
within the tissue of desire?"
"It’s best to relie on truth and cornstarch."
"Oh look; the sun is out today. "
<3
Awww gosh! Thank you so much my dearest Sunra 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️