The Auguries of Innocence

Poem inspired by the title of William Blake’s poetic masterpiece, “The Auguries of Innocence.”

One fissure will ruin the labour of years;
while another prevent healing,
could it be so, that hindrances fall away
and we as a species come together?
A bud that grows from concrete is in itself
a form of human evolution;
I wonder if it’s too late for doves instead
of bullets in exchange
for every word, every sigh and a breath of fresh air?
For just a little warmth in a cold world.

The raw version of an individual is beautiful;
one that has tasted
pain and is aware of degrees of vulnerability,
a black sky that allows loneliness
to linger every now and then,
be it the rich or poor,
the truth is, we have been carrying it for too long—
I wonder, what hue
the cosmos will be by the time it ends?

And what will become of estranged lovers?
It’s worse if you’re awake for it,
why is it
that everything feels apocalyptic these days?
A wild fox in the wilderness
and long winter unraveling, it’s important
that we pay heed to auguries of innocence,
it’s important we listen
to what the maple wants to say—

I look beyond the fields of impatient waves
of dandelions and wonder
if we should have thought about sinning against
the earth sooner,
it has shattered so many times, so many times
that it has become a kaleidoscope
in order to refract and reflect—
we don’t need a common enemy in order for us
to change our ways;
from my eyes to yours, soon the first rays of dawn
seep in through the window, I let them in.

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Open Link LIVE – June Edition @dVerse Poets Pub

Comments

  1. It was wonderful to hear you read today. I hope your arm heals quickly! 💙
    Everything does seem apocalyptic these days, but
    “it’s important we listen
    to what the maple wants to say—” So true!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  2. Gillena Cox says:

    “The raw version of an individual is beautiful;
    one that has tasted
    pain and is aware of degrees of vulnerability,”

    Reminds me of a hymn we sing duribg the Lenten Season about Christ in his passion.

    Thanks for dropping by my blog today Sanaa. Hope that hand heals quickly.

    Much❤love

    1. I like that part of the poem, too.

      1. Sanaa says:

        ❤️❤️❤️

    2. Sanaa says:

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

  3. Read aloud, the words sparkle; lying flat on the page some of the vigor has ebbed. I liked “I wonder if it’s too late for doves instead of bullets in exchange for every word.”

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  4. Sunra Rainz says:

    This is so beautiful, Sanaa. It was lovely to hear you read it. I love the whole thing but these lines hit home:

    “I wonder, what hue
    the cosmos will be by the time it ends?

    And what will become of estranged lovers?
    It’s worse if you’re awake for it,
    why is it
    that everything feels apocalyptic these days?”

    And I’m sorry about your hand! I wish you a speedy recovery. You could always use the voice recorder on your phone to write your poems! And you’ll probably be so ambidextrous by the time it’s better! Wishing you well <3

    1. Sanaa says:

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

      (Thank you, I am feeling better now) 🙂

  5. Kerfe says:

    I hope it’s not too late to exchange bullets for something better. Birds would certainly do.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely! Thank you for stopping by, Kerfe 💄❤️

  6. So honest in assessing both the beauty and disappointments we see around us, if we could all just look to the light, we for sure wouldn’t need a common enemy to move us, your verses are a guiding light! ✨💖✨

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  7. kaykuala says:

    from my eyes to yours, soon the first rays of dawn
    seep in through the window, I let them in

    Enjoyed your read Sanaa, as usual always a great write! A good close! Yes, we will always give way to whatever good that comes our way despite the woes around!

    Hank

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  8. Grace says:

    A beautiful read dear Sanaa! Love the hopeful ending. Hope your hand heals quickly.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

      (Thank you, I am feeling better now) 🙂

  9. Ingrid says:

    ‘I wonder if it’s too late for doves instead
    of bullets in exchange
    for every word’

    – I hope not, Sanaa! So beautifully written 💕

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ingrid 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  10. I love this, from the very first line.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️

  11. Helen says:

    “The raw version of an individual is beautiful.” I’ve never considered an individual from this point of view ~~~ I agree … and I love it!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  12. This is so painful and so hopeful.

  13. Ali Grimshaw says:

    “The raw version of an individual is beautiful;
    one that has tasted
    pain and is aware of degrees of vulnerability”
    A wonderful poem.

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