Summer, with feigned sympathy for the feeling

They go unnoticed by so many; brilliance of sun
in a cornflower blue sky
and blooms so bold so as to send dolor thinking,
and yet, it grows
with dark eyes penetrates and cuts into—
though lovelier these days of summer be,
I weep, I weep and weep.

The rolling hills; I am lulled into a sense of peace
momentarily,
there is something about the emerald sheen
that screams, I feel the torsion of its mood,
so similar to my own, so similar to my own—
in hues of violet violate
my being, until I am nothing but a pile of ashes;
tell me, why does summer smile still?
Why begonias avert their face,
and why warmth
doesn’t speak with authority when need be?

What? It needs a boost? It needs watering?
Sinfully roseate,
it refuses to let one wipe the slate clean,
it has claims, interweaving claws
that steer into the ruins and beyond;
oh, mutinous emotions run amok in my head,
in my head, in my head—
I hear the last word spoken,
earl grey and scones when clouds come rushing,
no, twist not theory,
however tedious and dull it may be,
my limbs break not with menial sense of starting;
I am much too fraught already.

The indent of his cheek; I have spent many
a night in June, dreaming—
but oh, the wind is rude to me,
it wakens, it lays a blow and flings me on ground,
a resounding crack is heard in return,
it’s difficult to say
whether it’s a warning or if angst has returned,
no, I will not heed to its insults,
although I try not to flinch,
the moon is rising like a love affair; like a love
affair, with a blush incomparable—
I lie wrestling, who is to say that I cannot win,
though lovelier these days of summer be,
I weep, I weep and weep.

 

 

 

Photo credits: “Begonia yard flowering,” by Gerhard Romero, Pexels.

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Comments

  1. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    This is so strong… I can feel the lunacy entering in those malady blooms… those violent violets.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt)

  2. full of so much imagation Sanaa and even better on the re-read – Oh these lines are divine
    “Sinfully roseate,
    it refuses to let one wipe the slate clean,”

    1. oops sp but ‘imagation’ should surely be a word!

      1. Sanaa says:

        ❤️❤️❤️

    2. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, my dearest Laura 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  3. Jane Dougherty says:

    ‘hues of violet violate my being’
    Great line!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  4. ain says:

    For every good, bad, for every sun, a burn…you are so right to highlight the dark side of rosy summer, the dangerous ill-wind behind the gentle breeze..that feeling that comes, at first hidden, and we weep, we weep, yes…so powerful Sanaa…

    1. Sanaa says:

      Absolutely! Thank you so much, Ain 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  5. Sun screen cannot shield you from bullets, sand between your painted toes cannot blot out the blood on the moon, the blood on babies, the tsunami of blood flowing across the slaughterhouse floors in Ukraine. You rocked the prompt, excelling in a form and a state of mind foreign to your nature. Congrats and hugs.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️

      Hugs to you too!

  6. Grace says:

    I can feel that rude wind, blowing and flinging me around. I love the colors in your poem, from cornflower blue, emerald, violate violent, grey, and sinfully roseate. The refrain of weep, weep, weep amplifies your emotions.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  7. Wonderful Sanaa! I particularly loved these lines
    in hues of violet violate
    my being, until I am nothing but a pile of ashes;
    ☺️💕

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  8. Tzvi Fievel says:

    This was actually challenging for me to read, because it seems so dissonant, compared to your usual poetic style. The line, “mutinous emotions run amok in my head” is so atypical of your poetry. And, the reversal of nouns and adjectives works well for the prompt, too. Additionally, the line breaks are not as fluid or natural as your other poetry. Congratulations on writing a dissonant poem.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  9. Helen says:

    Each stanza is perfection … but, that third .. that third? Unbelievable. I So So enjoyed this Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  10. Peter says:

    Lots of dissonant fun – I liked the ‘lulled into a sense of peace / momentarily’ – and then the emerald sheen ‘screams’. It’s like playing with the volume knob on the radio. Terrific stuff.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  11. Kittysverses says:

    Powerful, Sanaa. 🙂

    1. Sanaa says:

      ❤️❤️❤️

  12. Kerfe says:

    The repetition is both effective and beautiful. Pounding, pounding.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  13. rog leach says:

    this is going to take me a few reads before I get my head around it. will be back at later for a re read

    1. Sanaa says:

      No problem 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Roger 💄❤️

  14. lynn says:

    You “wowed” me with this one, Sanaa…we weep in summer and yet those insulting blooms, how dare they?!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  15. Sara McNulty says:

    “violent violets” – a gem! The repeating phrases, and cutting words are brilliant!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  16. Reena Saxena says:

    You pack a lot of dissonance in these lines
    it wakens, it lays a blow and flings me on ground,
    a resounding crack is heard in return,
    it’s difficult to say
    whether it’s a warning or if angst has returned,

    1. Sanaa says:

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

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