Suddenly this emptiness lays siege;
melts the sun into darkness with the arrival of dusk.
I am hushed— my skin,
a canvass filled with tangible metaphors and poetry wrapped in
a silent argument.
And when the depths of the earth fall into slumber; I wake,
every fiber,
every tissue reliving months spent writing about rain—
I’d like to feel something again.
Must everything be black and white?
Must everything be on trial?
Hues of abalone and hues of ache stare at me
from the rumbling sky,
often what we say isn’t half as revealing as what is left unsaid;
I think about what you are going through day and night.
And endless memories will not be gone,
the year remembers sweet boldness of tongue as June settles in—
we will be together again.
Photo credits: Unsplash
Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United
40 Responses
All so beautifully said, and I love the declaration of both determination and faith.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
must everything be on trial- great line there, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Yes, the “trial” line is great.
I most closely identify with: “I’d like to feel something again.”
Nice work, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Ron 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Must everything be black and white?
Must everything be on trial?
Nailed it for me.
Thank you so much, J Cosmo 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Sadly we are a race of competitors wanting to be the best and happy to criticise others. Other creatures tend to look after their own. Wolves are a case in point where the pack is led by the weakest ones and the leaders are the strong ones behind keeping a watch for danger. What a beautiful poem Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The title/opening line makes and instant impression on the soul of your reader, Sanaa, and I love the lines:
‘…my skin,
a canvass filled with tangible metaphors and poetry wrapped in
a silent argument.’
This poem conveys the pain of separation in this difficult time, especially when ‘what we say isn’t half as revealing as what is left unsaid’. A hopeful ending!
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Separation – one of the hardest things to deal with. Deep and heartfelt words. Excellent.
Thank you so much, Anthony 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Evocative–the unsettled is well rendered here.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
“Must everything be black and white?
Must everything be on trial?”
Good questions to ask of nature during our pandemic era
happy Sunday Sanaa
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
So true… about unsaid things. They grow into monsters that can choke the life (the hope) out of any throat that believes certain feelings and knowings can be kept from the world.
Thank you so much, Magaly 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
the rain brings a lot of thoughts and inspiration. thanks for sharing it with us, Sanaa.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Humblekind Poet 💄❤️
Memories will not be gone. I suspect they even live in the afterlife. Your poetry lives in your body.
Absolutely! Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“I think about what you are going through day and night” – “hues of ache” indeed. This is haunting and challenging and beautiful.
Thank you so much, H. Hennenburg 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautifully written. Your voice is always so delicate and yet strong. I loved this.
Thank you so much, Barry 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Lovely, lovely poetry. Stay well.
❤️❤️❤️
Tough times…stay well and safe
You too, stay safe Cressida! 💄❤️
Must everything be black and white?
Must everything be on trial?
Your words are so resonant, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😘 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautiful emotive lines cascading to a poignant close that echoes. Lovely!
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“often what we say isn’t half as revealing as what is left unsaid” this is true, Sanaa. It can’t rain forever although it sometimes seems like it never ends.
Thank you so much, Joel 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
To be together again with one you have been missing is a sweetness beyond words.
Absolutely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, MMT 💄❤️