Celling of grey speaks in soft, dulcet tones
come listen; it recounts because it must,
just like rosy lips that murmur their moans,
address sludge green and souvenirs of lust.
I am bewildered, for rain stains the soul
reminds me of death and honey and such,
this feeling has taught, has swallowed me whole
and yet, bodies have not understood touch.
I beg, undress your tragedies and burn,
for droplets are lovely, they exculpate,
speak of yearning which only few discern,
pray tell, how long are we supposed to wait?
A moist breath whistles through willow reeds,
you descend, in dreams, so longer I sleep,
it’s the tinkling, of broken heart, that leads,
it raises boughs and seeks to penetrate deep.
Now, his wars on edge of black night begin,
chuckle at crocheted lace and cup the chin.
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13 Responses
I love the use of colour in the opening lines, and the contrast of ‘soft, dulcet tones’ with moans. My favourite lines:
‘I am bewildered, for rain stains the soul
reminds me of death and honey and such’
and
‘A moist breath whistles through willow reeds,
you descend, in dreams, so longer I sleep,
it’s the tinkling, of broken heart, that leads,
it raises boughs and seeks to penetrate deep’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
I love how you work with opposites here… like the colors rose and sludge green, and you really mastered the complexities of love.
Love is entanglement that might pull you down
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂
‘the tinkling of broken heart’
Love that!
I admire the nuances and complexities of a relationship. I love the emotions here:
I am bewildered, for rain stains the soul
reminds me of death and honey
A wonderful poem, Sanaa. I like the line that talks of people getting bogged down in their issues and few ever decern the beauty of touch…
So full of sensory images and gorgeous, unusual phrases, Sanaa!
I love the tinkling heart and rain that stains the soul. 💙
So sensual, Sanaa. This is so you. Beautiful!
Love the lines
I am bewildered, for rain stains the soul
reminds me of death and honey and such,
this feeling has taught, has swallowed me whole
undress your tragedies and burn–so evocative.
In your amazing heroic sonnet, this line stood out “I beg, undress your tragedies and burn,
for droplets are lovely” ~ this poem left me breathless.
“I beg, undress your tragedies and burn,
for droplets are lovely, they exculpate, ”
You wow me again and again. Bravo.
Much💚love