The Sun Rising

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And with heart on my sleeve
I breathe on beneath austere moon,
watch as peonies close at night.

Did you know it would come to this
a poem, a glance, and lasting kiss
how’s it that everything has changed
 and yet nothing is different–

There is no other softer pain
remember love doesn’t let us write 
our own ticket, and that woe is ours
until we learn to forget.

From midnight to slow rising sun,
I cup my hands around wistful mug
knowing that if I had to I would
do it all over again.

 

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Posted on Fireblossom Fridays @ Real Toads

Comments

  1. Blue Ivy says:

    “There is no other softer pain” … Wow, I love that.

    “woe is ours
    until we learn to forget” … This is so true.

    The last stanza is my favorite.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Blue Ivy 🙂 so good to see you ❤️

  2. Kerry says:

    love doesn’t let us write
    our own ticket

    This is sooo true, Sanaa. You ask the essential question in this poem: Did you know it would come to this? Truth be told, the answer is always no. The god of love is blindfolded.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Kerry ❤️

  3. Thank God we aren’t writing our own ticket… I’d have punched out by now if that were so 🙂

    1. Sanaa says:

      ❤️❤️❤️

  4. “Love doesn’t let us write our own ticket”. How true. And usually we would do it all over again, fools that we are for love.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  5. kanzensakura says:

    We can’t write our own ticket in love. Sometimes we think so! Good write Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  6. ‘remember love doesn’t let us write
    our own ticket, and that woe is ours
    until we learn to forget’
    such a sad but romantic ticket you’ve written, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  7. Vivian Zems says:

    love doesn’t let us write
    our own ticket…..like the others, i was captivated by the truth in this simple phrase. Nicely done!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  8. Bjorn says:

    Love is not a ticket really… only the leaving as that old Beatles song… She’s got a ticket to ride

    She said that living with me
    Is bringing her down yeah.
    For she would never be free
    When I was around.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️

  9. lovely. I especially love that last stanza as it resonates like the last note in a song

    1. Sanaa says:

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

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