The whiskey dark water conjures
memories of you,
suffusing the skin with the softest of blushes—
distance stretches adamant and yet
sometimes it feels like we are close enough
to breathe in deeply,
like the sharp, brackish aroma of air present all around,
I take it you already know
we tend to look into things which are better off unseen,
the sweet poison of a lie’s flavour is pungent
it’s the coldest of blues
that makes us question everything we have ever known.
A handful of earth, dew on a wild rose
and gospel
is every bit ecstasy and is every bit undeniable;
I am gloriously indulgent when left
to my own devices,
my body with its curves swirls
and caves in to the boundless depths of the sea.
A Poet lives two lives,
one on the outside and one in the mind,
look into the eyes
and see an abyss, if you look long enough
you could sink into it;
take the time and read the words,
similar to the waves that send chorus of voices.
I blow kisses to the sea and offer a silent prayer,
hear its melancholy sound,
you have a beautiful way of making me harden
and melt at the same time;
perhaps I have turned wanting into an art form,
my ribcage like a conch shell where you can hear
a thousand songs—
I want them to throb; I want them to throb.
Photo credits: BIRDS IV ON CANVAS, Anna Sidi Yacoub, Pinterest
Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United
The image of “whiskey dark water” took my mind to terrible places. The moment I read those words, the thought of rivers darkened by the blood of war coated all what followed. The horror of such a setting might not be particularly conducive to romance, but a relationship that survives that would probably survive anything.
Thank you so much, Magaly 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤
“Perhaps I have turned wanting into an art form, my ribcage like a conch shell where you can hear a thousand songs,”
I have read almost all of your poems but I am pretty sure this is different and unique amongst them all! In my opinion it’s not based on imagination rather it’s based on reality; the way you have written and described the feelings is marvelous.
Thank you so much, Usman 😀 I wrote this one especially for you, so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤
The poem as a whole is stunning and is reminiscent of undying love. It speaks of the persona’s inner strength and experience regarding life, what is yet to come as well as what has transpired.
Thank you so much, Roshan Ara 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤
This hits me the most:
“A Poet lives two lives,
one on the outside and one in the mind,
look into the eyes
and see an abyss, if you look long enough
you could sink into it;
take the time and read the words,
similar to the waves that send chorus of voices.”
It always starts in the eyes – they see and can be seen. You have a way of writing so that others see themselves in the words. Well done, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤
Wow! As always I love your unique way with words, and in this piece the particular way you build to the perfect final line.
Awwww gosh! 💄❤ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤
The title gave me a taster of the poem and I was already in love with it, Sanaa! Somewhat different from your usual style, it is as passionate as every other poem you’ve written. The sibilance is gorgeous in the phrase ‘suffusing the skin with the softest of blushes’, conveying the sounds of the sea. These lines made me sit up:
‘:’the sweet poison of a lie’s flavour is pungent
it’s the coldest of blues
that makes us question everything we have ever known.’
and
‘my ribcage like a conch shell where you can hear
a thousand songs—
I want them to throb; I want them to throb’,
The repetition sounds like the throbbing of the sea’.
My dear Kim 😍 you just made my day!💄❤ Thank you soo much, so glad you liked it!💄❤
If only us humans loved the Earth as much as we loved money but sadly we are for the most part blind and and we that care must keep screaming our protests as we care for the Earth as much we care for our children. Beautfully written as usual Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤
Some types of love come with a distinct sort of ache. They very much can resemble the sea in full roil.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤
I love the thought, waves washing over the body. I generally cannot visualize but I could see this one, both as a voyeur but more so having the waves washing over MY bod. Sans clothes would feel the best. Midnight swims of my olden days?
Thank you for this nice prompt. BTW, we are a 45 minute drive from the warm water beach at Galveston (Texas).
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤
“I blow kisses to the sea and offer a silent prayer,
hear its melancholy sound”
Luv these lines of melancholy. Happy Wednesday Sanaa
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤
Much love …
“look into my eyes and see the abyss” … a beautiful and romantic description of the soul of a poet!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤
“look into the eyes
and see an abyss, if you look long enough
you could sink into it”
O, dear poet! I sank into this poem with its sea-full chorus
and I throb. So may it be.
Thank you so much, Susan 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤
Stunning. Simply stunning.
“A Poet lives two lives,
one on the outside and one in the mind,
look into the eyes
and see an abyss, if you look long enough
you could sink into it;
take the time and read the words,
similar to the waves that send chorus of voices.”
You are quite gifted with words and visuals. I always feel when I read you… and I always want to feel when I read you.
Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤
Your poem reminds me of art-see link below. Your vision is so, glorious with sea notes which cascade and wash over us creating the ebb n’ flow and tug of war of emotions~ I adore your conch shell’s imagery and the line of “A Poet lives two lives…”
So, beautiful~
http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/
My goodness that artwork is stunning, Ella!!💄❤ I can see why the poem reminded you of it 😀 thank you so much for sharing, so glad you enjoyed it. 💄❤
Ah, Sanaa, you do love so well. Beautiful my friend.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤
An amazing potpouri of thoughts, ideas and sensations . The 2 lives of a poet – so true.
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤
I love the idea of ‘salt-water poems”
Such a beautiful Part 1. I look forward to what will come next.
A Poet lives two lives,
one on the outside and one in the mind…
This really resonates!
Awwww gosh!💄❤ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!💄❤