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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This is so strong with longing… of course the most arresting and painful is that needle through the eye.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Just exquisite Sanaa. Delicately sensuous, and marvelous imagery. Loved the full circle between first snd last line.
Thank you so much, Rob 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
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?’
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Yes, the refrain and emotion gave this piece wings. I liked “what is poetry without love, without a little ache” Another winner.
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Glenn 🙂 as ever for your kind and warm words. 💄❤️
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.
Awwww gosh! Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you both enjoyed the poem! 💄❤️
sensual longing so vibrantly expressed
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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.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
So beautiful and full of longing. Too many lovely phrases to pull out just one.
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
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.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Mish 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
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.
Thank you so much, Vicki 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Sensous and passionate with: the air is lambent with desire. The longing for the loved one is strong !
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautifully romantic with stunning imagery.
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A distillation of deep desire.
Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Pain and love stand side by side in your words. I really liked the opening line and how you returned to it at the end. Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Alicia 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
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.” ? )
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 💄❤️
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!
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is heart-achingly beautiful, Sanaa ‘what is poetry without love, without a little ache?’ – you’re absolutely right. And this is true poetry!
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Love makes us to yearn so much, seeing our lover and hisV name everywhere.
Thank you so much, Vandana 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
The longing is palpable. Beautiful.
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I could feel the loss in your poem as you spoke…
Write him on another horizon… and cover him with grayscale clouds. What a great idea!
Thank you so much, Dwight 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
LOvely poem, Sanaa
In particular “watched as the clouds moved in greyscale” and “luminous and roseate”…very accomplished writing..JIM
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I love this poem, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Khaya 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
There is a desire in this so deep that it resonates.
Thank you so much, Ken 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️