Sashimi and Strawberries

The difficult route, always;
Plato wished to banish poets from his republic
because they could make lies
seem like the truth,
Shelley was of the opinion that poets
were the acknowledged legislators of the world,
and oh, Auden insisted
that poetry wields nothing—
what they couldn’t comprehend, in the end,
is that we are indispensable.

Like sashimi and strawberries; us poets
and the common folk,
like expecting one to spend time in mountains,
when in truth
they deem it impractical,
let your mind wander, it’s as simple
as listening to birds and penetrating the clouds
with your gaze— most of us are kind,
laughing and loving
abundantly, choosing to stay true to path
and letting things unfold naturally;
how many people do you know who believe
in this philosophy?

I am aware of the opinion that others hold;
aware that you can either be consumed
or forged,
holding hands with the sunset, I plunge
into the unexpected,
the unknown— the cold breeze
supporting my every impulse and whim,
you see, wanting for us is a constant state,
and fervour
is like decoding a lost language—
I suspect, one could say
this is how we engage the world
through fissure of words and intimate balance
going on
between information and sentiment,
give us a platform
and we will make it into a battleground.

And perhaps, if we wrote plainly,
they’d take us seriously—
one strand of hair slightly displaced,
while poems leave a trail of red-hot burlesque
and banter;
they despise us for having the ability
to attract deliberately.
You may think, that because they are like sashimi,
that they would be balanced,
but tell me this;
would you deny your tastebuds the allure
of strawberries?
Yes, we are different, but perhaps that’s
how it’s meant to be—
after all, how else is the world supposed to function
without the strength of poetry?
Its power to shed light so that darkness fails
to unnerve; something to think about.

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Strawberry Tart by Vojtech Bartonicek, Unsplash. 

Posted for Open Link LIVE – December Edition @dVerse Poets Pub

 

22 thoughts on “Sashimi and Strawberries

  1. Brendan says:

    You’re brave – I protect the fact that I write poetry more jealously in real life than I protect my real name online. It seems so … inappropriate .. to say it. Whitman was alone in shouting that the proof of a poet was that his/her country absorbed them as the poet absorbed it. America sure didn’t care for “Leaves of Grass,” and I wonder what our illiterate age cares for odes or elegies to strawberries. Well … its yours to try and I applaud you for it. What else are we gonna do, be influencers for the one and zero? I’m too old for that. Write with heart, that’s all we really have.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️

  2. Björn says:

    I think it is a blessing that poets at least read poetry. Spreading the word online is so much more effective than being published. Sometimes I think a poet on line has more readers than many published acclaimed poets.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Absolutely! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  3. I love your ode to us poets… who tell it like it is! You poem is wonderful. The images and descriptions are spot on. It was great hearing you read for us today.
    I really like this line…
    what they couldn’t comprehend, in the end,
    is that we are indispensable.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awwww gosh! Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  4. Kerfe says:

    I’m not sure most people even think of poetry, let alone poets. But you’ve written a beautiful justification for the way we spend our time.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  5. They say to write what you know, and poet even more so. I love the line “I am aware … that you can either be consumed or forged…”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Christopher 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  6. Oloriel says:

    I liked your ode to the poets, as well, I was especially captivated by this part, with the emotions:
    “I am aware of the opinion that others hold;
    aware that you can either be consumed
    or forged,
    holding hands with the sunset, I plunge
    into the unexpected,
    the unknown— the cold breeze
    supporting my every impulse and whim,” – it sounds very honest and open, and it is exactly how it is. Thank you for sharing the poem.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awwww gosh! Thank you so much, Oloriel 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  7. So thoughtful and informative. Just amazing, genius!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Mrityunjay 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  8. Beautiful and thoughtful, Sanaa. 💙 It was wonderful to hear you read this yesterday!
    Poetry has existed since ancient times. Clearly, there is some draw and some power to it.
    (I would say that is true of all creative arts.)

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  9. Enjoyed pondering your words, especially “let your mind wander, it’s as simple as listening to birds and penetrating the clouds” this made me think poetry is a timeless meditative act that has brought truth and beauty in written and spoken forms throughout the ages. 💝

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️

  10. anotherKate says:

    Well said 🙂 and beautifully written.

    1. Sanaa says:

      ❤️❤️❤️

  11. paeansunplugged says:

    What a beautiful ode to poets and poetry, Sanaa! ❤️❤️

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

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