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Since Flower, Nor Stone, Nor Depth of the Raging Sea

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Poem inspired by the title of Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea.

I wrote your name on another horizon today;
watched as the clouds moved in greyscale
and illusion,
outwitted below the hills in shades of green.
I want you,
even when I am on the very edge of sleep–
when trees are stripped of their leaves by the storm,
there is an art
to walking on a trail you are uncertain of
and I hope
your skin remembers me, my lips, my voice and my touch–
the air is lambent with desire,
perhaps it too is aware and has managed to forsake
false doors,
what is poetry without love, without a little ache?
You call me to rise with the prayer of your body,
luminous and roseate—unaware of emotion
behind my words.
Smudge me with ink stains, stick a needle in my eye,
sometimes we come close enough
to believe in; I have this feeling I will do it until the day,
the moment I die–
I wrote your name on another horizon today.

 

 

 

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46 Replies to “Since Flower, Nor Stone, Nor Depth of the Raging Sea”

  1. This is so strong with longing… of course the most arresting and painful is that needle through the eye.

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  2. Just exquisite Sanaa. Delicately sensuous, and marvelous imagery. Loved the full circle between first snd last line.

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  3. A romantic circular poem, Sanaa, and so full of longing, especially in the lines:
    ‘I want you,
    even when I am on the very edge of sleep–
    when trees are stripped of their leaves by the storm’.
    I love the sensuality of the lines:
    ‘…I hope
    your skin remembers me, my lips, my voice and my touch–
    the air is lambent with desire’;
    and the excellent question: ‘what is poetry without love, without a little ache?’

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  5. I immediately shared this with My Beloved Sandra, who was clearly as favorably impressed as I.

    Nice work, Sanaa, esp the cyclic open/closer lines.

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  7. The central line for me in this is:
    “what is poetry without love, without a little ache?”
    Art is probably the closest we can come to making the intangible visible.
    Such a beautiful rendering of art, Sanaa.

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  9. So much to love about this….the voice, the longing, self reflection and the repeat of the first line is so effective, circling back again, like the emotions will repeat…..as we know they will do. Just beautiful, Sanaa.

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  10. Such a gorgeous, touching poem. I love the end, “sometimes we come close enough
    to believe in; I have this feeling I will do it until the day,
    the moment I die–” that clear connection so palpable. Beautiful verse.

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  15. Like others, picked out ‘lambent with desire’ as lovely phrase – and the whole poem hinges around that – longing, hope, sensuality and optimism – and circles around with the repetition of the first hopeful line, with the last hopeful line. (Is the title a reworking of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 65 – “Since brass, nor stone nor earth nor boundless sea.” ? )

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    1. Now that you mention it, the title is somehow loosely inspired by the sonnet yes. I must have been thinking of it subconsciously 🙂 thank you for pointing it out, so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

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  16. You really know how to express emotive feelings Sanaa. When I read your work I am there I am there as a witness almost embarassed as that I have stumbled on the scene!

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  17. This is heart-achingly beautiful, Sanaa ‘what is poetry without love, without a little ache?’ – you’re absolutely right. And this is true poetry!

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