The Heart of a Woman
Sanaa -
March 12, 2018
Earlier PoemsPoetry

The evening shadows painted the fields,
tugging deep at the heart’s smouldering
core. They ask me what I see, what I see
when I’m dreaming, let it not be obscure
let no one else’s name ring through these
sentences. Love is but purging fire.

 

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Posted for ‘Quadrille #52′ @ dVerse Pub

And on ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads

68 Responses

  1. De Jackson says:
    March 13, 2018 at 3:09 am

    Sanaa, I simply LOVE this:
    “let no one else’s name ring through these
    sentences”

    We all want to be “the one,” don’t we?

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  2. Bjorn says:
    March 13, 2018 at 3:32 am

    I do love the sense that dreams can be of that only one.

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  3. Laura Bloomsbury says:
    March 13, 2018 at 3:52 am

    that third line repetition adds to the whole feel of dreaminess – lovely Sanaa

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  4. Linda Kruschke says:
    March 13, 2018 at 4:03 am

    Beautiful!

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  5. Kim M. Russell says:
    March 13, 2018 at 4:13 am

    I love the idea of evening shadows ‘tugging deep at the heart’s smouldering / core’, and love as a ‘purging fire’. A passionate Quadrille, Sanaa!

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  6. Frank says:
    March 13, 2018 at 4:34 am

    I like the idea of love being purging fire, not just passion.

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  7. Jane Dougherty says:
    March 13, 2018 at 4:39 am

    The half line repetition in the middle is good—it captures the attention.

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  8. Neeraj Khanka says:
    March 13, 2018 at 5:40 am

    That desire of one pure love …beautiful !

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  9. Jilly says:
    March 13, 2018 at 6:28 am

    This feels like lyrics – I hear music in your words.

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  10. Kanzensakura says:
    March 13, 2018 at 6:43 am

    Beautiful and passionate.

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  11. Margaret says:
    March 13, 2018 at 7:17 am

    I agree – the repeat is very effective.

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  12. Chris Evans says:
    March 13, 2018 at 7:36 am

    “let no one else’s name ring through these
    sentences”… Such burning passion in those closing lines! Lovely 🙂

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  13. Sara McNulty says:
    March 13, 2018 at 8:14 am

    Love as a purging fire absolutely smolders in the brain, and other spots. Love this, Sanaa!

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  14. Dwight says:
    March 13, 2018 at 9:37 am

    Your dreams, the purging fire of love! Such good lines. Not for anyone else but you!
    Dwight

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  15. Mish says:
    March 13, 2018 at 11:34 am

    You had me at shadows painting….reminding me of my backyard trees. Beautiful, Sanaa.

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  16. Jae Rose says:
    March 13, 2018 at 2:57 pm

    A stunning poem Sanaa – simply beautiful

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  17. Thotpurge says:
    March 13, 2018 at 3:51 pm

    Dreams are not that loyal..thinking things you otherwise wouldn’t dare to 🙂

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  18. Sarah Connor says:
    March 13, 2018 at 6:44 pm

    This feels very classical. I love the burning intensity.

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  19. Rommy says:
    March 13, 2018 at 6:51 pm

    The form and repetition add to the dreamy feel. Nice!

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  20. Magaly Guerrero says:
    March 13, 2018 at 7:26 pm

    This reads like a prayer before bed. I like the ambiguity of the last line, which leaves me wonder if loving or the processing of being loved (or both) is the purging the speaker is referring to. Wondering is good…

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  21. Rall says:
    March 13, 2018 at 9:17 pm

    Your name only is on it 🙂

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  22. Annell Livingston says:
    March 13, 2018 at 10:34 pm

    Love your first line!

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  23. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    March 13, 2018 at 11:10 pm

    This is wonderful!

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  24. Vivian Zems says:
    March 13, 2018 at 11:17 pm

    Ah! To be “The One”… i wish someone would dream this of me… and me alone! Wonderful!

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  25. Amaya says:
    March 14, 2018 at 2:00 am

    When you say, “They ask me what I see, what I see
    when I’m dreaming…” I think of it as a violation of something sacred, as if, were I to tell them, then I’d never see those again, neither in dreamscapes nor made manifest in reality. There is so much beauty in this poem, Sanaa!

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  26. Carrie Van Horn says:
    March 14, 2018 at 5:56 am

    This is beautiful Sanaa! A new favorite for me of yours!!

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  27. Victoria Slotto says:
    March 14, 2018 at 6:41 am

    I just commented on Kim’s poem about Van Gogh, about his passion, and then come here to yet more of the same. I think fire tends, in so many ways, to be an effective metaphor in these cases.

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  28. rosemawrites says:
    March 14, 2018 at 10:29 am

    that last line says it all. love this!

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  29. Kim M. Russell says:
    March 14, 2018 at 4:21 pm

    ‘Love is but purging fire’ – this has a ring of Shakespeare, Sanaa – it reminds me of Sonnet 45!.

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  30. Old Egg says:
    March 14, 2018 at 6:58 pm

    True love certainly does purge memories of other flames. Sadly some are fickle and love a smorgasbord of partners, yet others remain steadfast with their one true love all their lives. So clearly they have stoked each others fires mutually.

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  31. Jim says:
    March 14, 2018 at 10:41 pm

    Thank you, Sanaa, for sharing. We fellows need all the insight we can get on the tickings in a woman’s heart. From being married 45 years I have gleamed “Love” and “Help” fairly clean from Mrs. Jim.
    ..

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  32. Susie Clevenger says:
    March 15, 2018 at 4:53 am

    “The one”, we either want to be that person or have that person in our lives. Lovely!

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  33. Frank J. Tassone says:
    March 15, 2018 at 7:30 am

    Simply brilliant, Sanaa! Simply brilliant! Love your last line, especially!

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  34. AuraOfThoughts-MeenalSonal says:
    March 16, 2018 at 5:36 pm

    Loved the flow of the poetry and Sanaa your last line is bang on 🙂

    Cheers
    MeenalSonal from AuraOfThoughts

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