The wasteland of almost maybes
calls out to me, while unrelenting mauve crocus bulbs open
knowing
I am a match waiting to be struck; outside
the sun, slowly ebbing, observes as I
walk slowly into the arms of dubiety– what little
resistance left within me crumbles, like
massive stone pillars; only
in this case it’s the vibrational energy of atoms and
molecules, logic be damned
there are times when we just know, before
it reaches a conclusion; just then
the sky shapes your face and I am
spared the moment when the mind becomes a blackened
matchstick– perhaps when we finally arrive
at the end of quarantine period it will all fit together, and I
will burn brightly, an amber-blue flame ignited
by your love.
Photo credits: Emmanuelle Brisson Photography, Pinterest
Literary device: Enjambment 🌳🌾
Day Twenty-nine ~ This is (almost) the end
Skylover Wordlist: Match 💝
Posted for ‘Play It Again’ @ Real Toads
Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United
26 Responses
Social Separation must be hard on couples in the courting stage of their relationship. You told that well, them waiting for separation to end.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
So may it be!
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
perhaps when we finally arrive
at the end of quarantine period it will all fit together
This is so wistful, Sanaa. I feel the longing in the narrator’s tone for a time of certainty, a time to plan for a future beyond covid 19 days.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😘 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Amorous!!! Let the match of passion be ignited!!!
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Vandana 💄❤️
I love the defiant title, Sanaa, the ‘wasteland of almost maybes’, and ‘I am a match waiting to be struck’, full of pent up passion, ready to ignite! My favourite lines:
‘…just then
the sky shapes your face and I am
spared the moment when the mind becomes a blackened
matchstick’.
This poem will resonate with many lovers kept apart by the virus.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
wasteland of almost maybes… like that!!!
😉
There is nothing quite like being happy and loved by your partner. I particularly like your use of the word dubiety which have not used myself before.
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
We trust that this will be as you dream it❣️🌹🙏
Hopefully! Thanks for stopping by, Ellecee 💄❤️
Sanaa- You have woven a beautiful tale of longing and hope.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Incredibly lovely, the anticipation will be worth it.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 we will get through this phase together 💄❤️ Fingers crossed!
A thoughtful quarantine view of romance, beautifully written.
Thank you so much, Beverly 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Yes, maybe when quarantine ends we can know life with touch again. Beautiful writing
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Can anything be worse for young lovers than being trapped in a wasteland of almost maybes?
Probably not, Rommy! Hanging on to every bit of hope I can muster and find. 💄❤️