The rough-hewn bits of her exhausted dreams are evident;
but what were they?
To be held?
To be left alone? To have things change?
She has tasted molten honey for a reason—
the scent of bigotry is enough to send chills down
anyone’s spine.
It would take time for cold grey to bleed in and delude us
into thinking otherwise;
her lips, still moist continue to defy departing springtime.
Photo credits: Alina Szapocznikow, ‘Undone,’ Pinterest
Day sixteen ~ In the Remains of this Month
Posted for Play It Again @ Real Toads
& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub
Only you could combine altruism and defiance! Magical!
Sultry, not altruism
🙂
Thank you so much, Eric 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The departing of springtime is a sad time, finding that maturity has finished the fun reckless times of growing up. So true, Sanaa.
Some fight it.
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Thank you so much, Jim 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I found your words potent, I especially relate to “ the scent of bigotry is enough to send chills down
anyone’s spine.” indeed it is 🙏👍🌹
Thank you so much, Ellecee 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The illustration you’ve chosen is a stark and in-your-face (no pun intended) one that is, to me, shocking.
And then these powerful lines
“She has tasted molten honey for a reason—
the scent of bigotry is enough to send chills down
anyone’s spine.”
What a powerful piece!
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
OOPS….Sanaa…..can you link your post to dVerse please? Seems it’s only linked to/mentions Toads. Think you just forgot. THANKS
Thank you for reminding me, I had indeed forgotten! xo
The lines quoted by Lilian are those that caught me as well.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Nice last line about the moisture of her lips defying the end of springtime.
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I got a little lost in the middle of the piece, as to focus and point of view. For the loss of springtime is the advent of summer to me. But after a second read, I thought about Spring being the blossoming of the girl, and it became more cohesive.
Thank you so much, Glenn 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is a potent indictment; the lines Lillian highlights struck me as well.
Thank you so much, Anna 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Yes, your poem is very stark…There’s an intentional rawness that feeds into the way I feel today. Bigotry should send a chill down one’s spine…love your ending.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Great image in your poem.
She has tasted molten honey for a reason—
Thank you so much, Dwight 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
into thinking otherwise;
her lips, still moist continue
to defy departing springtime.
How we abhor to abandon the greenery of Spring! An agony sustaining for a year, imagine that!
Hank
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Hank 💄❤️
How beautifully you wove our words around this image!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I like the way you have the lips still moist at the end… a sign of what was lost so recently.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
That’s an amazing and intriguing opening line, Sanaa, and the questions are enigmatic clues to what the dreams were.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I especially like the way the questions in this lead us into the heart of the poem’s message. And the vivid image chosen is fully lived-up-to.
Thank you so much, Hedgewitch 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
What was versus what you thought it could be versus what is and knowing what somethings will be. The loss of spring’s youthful innocence to first acknowledgement in the early summer heat of adulthood.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Raivenne 💄❤️