Portrait of a Woman
Sanaa -
March 9, 2017
Earlier PoemsPoetry

Essence of hope is tinged on sky;
             and I strolled outside just in time
to lounge ‘neath pale fuchsia sun.
              This is the path, which I desire to
enter; from miles foresee a future
             serene, oh’ rapture alone tastes of 
melons and berries.

My words alone taste warm as fire
            though scent may be syrupy sweet.
Dare you scorn, when you defy me;
          my wrath endure as stench of meat.

I’m a woman, darling like a careless
         whisper, golden dream conspicuous
through ash and smoke. To love me 
          is akin to losing sleep, come build a
bridge and clear your path. I, might
         seem mosaic but simpler than math.

Reminiscence sighs ‘neath weeping
          willow tree, when I strolled outside 
in time to blow promises to crescent.
         Embracing a path which has chosen
me at present.

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Rommy’s Challenge @ Real Toads

For my prompt “Women are the real architects of Society” on Friday 10th
March at 8:00 am EDT

& Posted on poems written on Prompt Nights 

Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub

76 Responses

  1. Rommy says:
    March 10, 2017 at 12:01 am

    I especially love the bit about rapture tasting of melon and berries – it’s kind of perfect, and brings up lovely visuals and feelings.

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  2. Frank Hubeny says:
    March 10, 2017 at 12:35 am

    I like this phrase: “I, might
    seem mosaic but simpler than math.”

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  3. Kerry O'Connor says:
    March 10, 2017 at 1:20 am

    I’m a woman, darling like a careless
    whisper, golden dream conspicuous
    through ash and smoke.

    Such lovely thoughts expressed in this poem, Sanaa.

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  4. Margaret says:
    March 10, 2017 at 4:17 am

    “like a careless
    whisper”

    Really like that comparison!

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  5. Thotpurge says:
    March 10, 2017 at 4:26 am

    rapture alone tastes of
    melons and berries…. like that!

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  6. Jane Dougherty says:
    March 10, 2017 at 4:27 am

    I like this poem, the rhythm, the rhyme and the idiosyncratic word associations.

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  7. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    March 10, 2017 at 4:29 am

    I especially love how you build up the image by contrasts… women are complex… great take.

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  8. gillena says:
    March 10, 2017 at 4:35 am

    luv the taste of rapture and the temperatures of your words. Nice write Sanaa

    much love…

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  9. Glenn Buttkus says:
    March 10, 2017 at 4:49 am

    A lifetime of studying women still leaves me more fascinated than informed–I mean they whelp the world, they assume the essence of boats, cars, mountains and ships. I, too, like your take on the taste of rapture.

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  10. Gayle Walters Rose says:
    March 10, 2017 at 5:08 am

    She sounds like a woman to be reckoned with…best not cross her! You describe her in a most artistic and creative way.

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  11. Bev says:
    March 10, 2017 at 5:10 am

    This reminded me somehow of my trip to the grocery today. A husband and wife were choosing a bag of potatoes, she rejected each bag he chose and I heard him mumble under his breath “No use arguing with a woman”! Women ARE complex. Your words are well chosen.

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  12. lynn says:
    March 10, 2017 at 5:49 am

    You’ve beautifully captured her elusive essence…a graceful write!

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  13. Kim M. Russell says:
    March 10, 2017 at 5:50 am

    For me, Sanaa, your poem changes colour, from fuchsia, through melon and berry, to fire, gold and then willow green. Nicely done 😉

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  14. Carrie Van Horn says:
    March 10, 2017 at 6:17 am

    Sanaa this is beautiful….I love the line “My words alone taste warm as fire”….your poetry always is warm and inviting.

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  15. Erbiage says:
    March 10, 2017 at 6:42 am

    I’m sorry, you cannot both write this, and be simpler than math! Lol, a fantastic, evocative write.

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  16. scott hastie says:
    March 10, 2017 at 7:00 am

    Lovely write dear Sanaa, which for me skilfully captures what it is to be fluidly and mercurially feminine – an enchanting and seductive piece… Thanks for sharing it… With Best Wishes Scott

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  17. Arcadia Maria says:
    March 10, 2017 at 8:57 am

    Lovely. I really like the form of this piece.

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  18. Grace says:
    March 10, 2017 at 9:15 am

    Warmth of fire and careless whisper – she is some woman, I say !! Just timely for Women’s Day Sanaa ~

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  19. therisa says:
    March 10, 2017 at 9:21 am

    Your second last stanza is pure poetic gold, Sanaa, just want to reread and admire your wordsmithing, on it.

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  20. barbara says:
    March 10, 2017 at 10:04 am

    Lovely, with the imagery, color, and tastes…the sweet and the strong. I liked this very much. 🙂

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  21. Sarah Bawden says:
    March 10, 2017 at 10:33 am

    I really loved the very last line of this. It speaks to my soul during the struggles I am going through at present.

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  22. Sara McNulty says:
    March 10, 2017 at 12:00 pm

    I love that this is about a woman. My favorite phrasing in this is:

    ‘I’m a woman, darling like a careless
    whisper, golden dream conspicuous
    through ash and smoke. ‘

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  23. Magaly Guerrero says:
    March 10, 2017 at 12:24 pm

    I love the taste of the words, the defiance of the speaker, the fight between the different images… which work more like a dance. So many contradictions balancing each other. It’s yummy.❤️

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  24. Marina Sofia says:
    March 10, 2017 at 4:51 pm

    Have to remark on the aptness of this line ‘I might seem mosaic but simpler than math’, but I also love the numerous allusions to sweet, candy, confectionery and pinkish colours – great theme running through your poem.

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  25. Ellecee says:
    March 11, 2017 at 3:23 am

    I love the strength in this, she is not to be considered for beauty and femininity alone “My words alone taste warm as fire
    though scent may be syrupy sweet.” She has a backbone too 🙂

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  26. Edit says:
    March 11, 2017 at 3:35 am

    This is so wonderful!
    “I’m a woman, darling like a careless
    whisper, golden dream conspicuous
    through ash and smoke.” Beautiful!❤️
    Have a lovely weekend! 🙂

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  27. Xenia says:
    March 11, 2017 at 6:00 am

    Absolutely gorgeous Sanaa ?

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  28. Gina (Singledust) says:
    March 11, 2017 at 6:20 am

    this was a lovely portrait of a woman, everything she is and wanting to be loved for, you have captured the essence of a woman’s soul. my favourite line and one that resonated deep with me – To love me
    is akin to losing sleep, – beautiful and so deep!

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  29. Old Egg says:
    March 11, 2017 at 9:18 am

    For all the enticement there is still an undercurrent of fear in this male reader who sees the warning signs but can he resist the danger? I’ll let you know!

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  30. Just Barry says:
    March 12, 2017 at 8:33 am

    This is brilliant! I especially liked:

    I’m a woman, darling like a careless
    whisper, golden dream conspicuous
    through ash and smoke. To love me
    is akin to losing sleep, come build a
    bridge and clear your path. I, might
    seem mosaic but simpler than math.

    That stanza is just so dense and dope, it reads like a hip-hop verse!

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  31. Edit says:
    March 12, 2017 at 4:29 pm

    Wonderful poem, Sanaa!

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  32. Susie Clevenger says:
    March 13, 2017 at 5:02 am

    I love your portrait…It is vivid color, life, flavor….gorgeous

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  33. Bekkie Sanchez says:
    March 13, 2017 at 8:26 am

    A wonderful feast of words!

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  34. paul scribbles says:
    March 13, 2017 at 8:22 pm

    Powerful and evocative prose in praise of the feminine..paths that choose you are the ones to behold. Walk them in beauty.

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  35. Bryan Ens says:
    March 13, 2017 at 8:26 pm

    Oh I’d love to see that pale fuchsia sun!

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  36. debi says:
    March 14, 2017 at 12:27 am

    A woman who knows and respects herself. Strong and at the same time delicate. Very nice.

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  37. Angela says:
    March 15, 2017 at 6:41 am

    I love this, Sanaa! I especially love the last stanza. The visualization of wishing to the moon and the idea that the path has chosen her at the moment. Sometimes it feels like just that…

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  38. Stacie Eirich says:
    March 19, 2017 at 12:32 am

    Oh, Sanaa, such a beautiful poem in response to a creative, colorful prompt. You inspire me! Loved it. Thanks for sharing!

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