The day and all its sweet remembrance is gone

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October morning
is wistful and reticent as feeling
one after the other threads
through fire and frost, 
and dialogue takes several turns 
from passionate
to apathetic in a span of few minutes.

Careful
would you have entered 
into heated discussion
could you foresee 
how fragile and unassuming my heart?
There is silence
as starling grieves 
should you doubt my intentions 
the alchemy of desire near hour
of twilight.

I find this aspect 
to be somewhat exhausting 
when you think of me as a stranger
though I am familiar with your mind,
your body and soul,
it’s not in my nature to despair 
your memory
a pond edged with swirling leaves. 

Love is fallacious
a prayer unheard that circles the rumbling sky
and though I am certain
your chaos
is a threat to my calm
and ordinary life, 

I cannot hope to unlearn your existence.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Word List: twilight, frost, aspect, october.

Posted for Get Listed: October Edition @ Real Toads

also Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub

Comments

  1. Wow, beautiful and intense. The final stanza gave me goosebumps.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Sreejit 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  2. Toni Spencer says:

    You certainly used more than 150 words! A lovely poem. I like how the conversation goes from intense to apathetic, sort of like the year winding down to the end.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

      PS: It’s 144 words.

  3. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    That final line made for an excellent turn… so true… you cannot rip someone from your memory without harm…

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️

  4. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice last line and thought that love is a prayer unheard.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  5. HA says:

    Oh! The fallacy of love creates this scenario of hurt and bewilderment and you define and describe it with a certain pathos and tenderness. I love how your poems look at the relationships from up close — there is strength in this recognition with such clarity.
    I loved this bit in particular: “it’s not in my nature to despair /your memory/a pond edged with swirling leaves.” <3

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️

  6. Grace says:

    So sad this is turning out to be. I specially admire this part:

    it’s not in my nature to despair
    your memory
    a pond edged with swirling leaves.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Grace 🙂 so good to see you ❤️

  7. Lovely, Sanaa. You personalize October so wonderfully in the first stanza alone:

    October morning
    is wistful and reticent as feeling
    one after the other threads
    through fire and frost,
    and dialogue takes several turns
    from passionate
    to apathetic in a span of few minutes.

    Beautiful!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  8. Amaya says:

    “from passionate
    to apathetic in a span of few minutes.”
    These lines set the ominous mood so well, Sanaa. There is a sense of vague unease in them, as if nothing or no one can be trusted, and all is rapidly ephemeral. I also like the artwork. It seems I usually like the art you choose to accompany your pieces:)

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Amaya 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  9. Vicki says:

    Loved it all, but especially the third stanza.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Vicki 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  10. These are the lines that resonated with me,
    “and though I am certain
    your chaos is a threat to my calm
    and ordinary life,
    I cannot hope to unlearn your existence.”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Alicia 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  11. Kathy Reed says:

    Beautiful, Sanna, the second stanza is especially touching to me….”carefull” …”my unassuming heart”…”alchemy of desire near hour
    of twilight.”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kathy 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  12. Beautifully done, Sanaa! You’ve captured the wistfulness of an October morning and the fragility of relationships.. I particularly love ‘the alchemy of desire near hour / of twilight’ and ‘your memory /
    a pond edged with swirling leaves’.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  13. Pat R says:

    I too love that last stanza…..and that last line! Love, love it.

    Pat

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Pat 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  14. kaykuala h says:

    your chaos is a threat to my calm
    and ordinary life,
    I cannot hope to unlearn your existence.

    How very sad when it does not run that smooth. Perhaps love is meant to be with all the ups and downs to make it more interesting.

    Hank

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️

  15. Cressida says:

    Beautiful ,Sanaa .You can unlearn their existence…it takes a while.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Cressida 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  16. Vivian Zems says:

    A beautifully intense poem- love it 😍

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  17. Dorianna Ric says:

    beautiful and deeply stirring poem, ‘I cannot hope to unlearn your existence’ poignant phrase.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dorianna 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  18. V.J. Knutson says:

    Oh the complications of love – so beautifully expressed – and then ending -superb.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, V.J 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  19. Margaret says:

    To “unlearn” someone we (once loved) love is a great line. Beautiful in its sadness.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  20. Jim says:

    “Love is fallacious a prayer unheard that circles the rumbling sky.” Is a correct description. Sanaa. Hopefully though, it will turn into a close liflong friendship that we also call love.
    ..

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Jim ❤️

  21. Kerry says:

    such beautiful imagery through out the poem, and this is my favourite

    your memory
    a pond edged with swirling leaves

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  22. Lona Gynt says:

    Such a tender poem for me now. Memory is a knife of disruption pricking the hurt of loss and change. Ironic and powerful title in that the final turn shows that remembrance can not be unlearned in something that counts as love, but hurts in the loss to ever again be tasted sweet. Or perhaps the final turn shows the imprisonment of desire and obsession, she knows she cannot be free. So many personal layered ways to read this, but for me it is sharply tender just now. Thanks a lot 💜

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lona 😀 so good to see you ❤️

  23. Kylie Donovan says:

    Beautiful! This puts me in the mind of the quote “Conflict is growth trying to happen” by Harville ❤️

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Kylie ❤️

  24. Ellen Seyers says:

    ‘There is silence
    as starling grieves 
    should you doubt my intentions 
    the alchemy of desire near hour
    of twilight.’

    My goodness this is intense!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ellen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  25. Priya Bhaskar says:

    Love is fallacious/a prayer unheard that circles the rumbling sky… such gorgeous phrasing here, Sanaa! 😍

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Priya 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

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