All in all, a poem without punctuation,
a fist full of sky,
a breath held for far too long,
or perhaps a rose on fire—
un baiser, as though half-moon,
tattered,
blue-purple clouds, reddening
to say the least,
scudding along the southeasterly wind.
It is nothing short of a revolution,
a riot in one’s chest,
leaving the air heavy, the heart undone.
It is the
umami flavor
of a grilled portobello mushroom,
without which a dish feels incomplete.
It is a collision of sorts, when concrete
dreams drip
and the traffic sings off-key—
heat rising from the core,
soft at first, then more insistent
like a city that remembers
how loud it is supposed to be.
Un baiser, is as a double-edged sword,
laying claim
to more
than what was bargained for,
it is ice, so pure
that it leaves a soft shiver on the face,
a syllable that focuses on tone.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Loosely inspired from a French poem ‘Un Baiser’ by Edmond Rostand 🍅
Posted for Open Link Night #379 @dVerse Poets Pub
C’est la vie to be kissed like this… a complete meal with all the taste element you added.
Oui! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Love that is a “riot in one’s chest” is never forgotten, even when it is long gone. Beautiful writing as always, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A beautiful exploration of a kiss, Sanaa! Especially the lines:
‘… a poem without punctuation,
a fist full of sky,
a breath held for far too long,
or perhaps a rose on fire’;
‘dreams drip
and the traffic sings off-key’;
and the appeal to all the senses, even taste!
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You had me at “a fist full of sky”, Sanaa! Stunning, eclectic descriptions of a kiss. Love it.
Thank you so much, Mish 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Amazed again…what lines—-
*Un baiser, is as a double-edged sword,
laying claim
to more
than what was bargained for,*
Oh la la…comme on dit, à Paris!
Fantastic tone to this verse, too.
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
*when concrete
dreams drip
and traffic sings off-key*
love how you took such hard edged things and made them soft
Thank you so much, Candy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A moment that lingers, and so artfully.
Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
A very tasty, sexy poem!
Thank you so much, Nolcha 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
read it 3x. and yet, still crave more.
❤️❤️❤️
Some gorgeous lines, i love when the traffic sings off key. Beautifully done.
Thank you so much, Di 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Beautiful, Sanaa. I love this line…
It is a collision of sorts, when concrete
dreams drip
and the traffic sings off-key—
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Deliciously told, Sanaa~
“All in all, a poem without punctuation,
a fist full of sky,”
And this, “It is nothing short of a revolution,
a riot in one’s chest,
leaving the air heavy, the heart undone.”
You wove magic with your words.
Marvelous manifesto on what a kiss — here given royal raiment as “un baiser” — thunders, sunders and surrenders. Great poem, Saani.
I would quote a lne or two of this lovely poem Sanaa but I really can’t decide on any above any others…
A perfect description of that special kiss. The one you. never, ever forget. You nailed it Sanaa! Exquisite writing as usual. ❤️☺️
A beautiful sensory poem, Sanaa 🩷 I love the analogy of a kiss being like a rose on fire, or a double-edged sword, and these lines especially:
“a fistful of sky”
“It is nothing short of a revolution,
a riot in one’s chest”
“the traffic sings off-key”
“like a city that remembers
how loud it is supposed to be”
Wow, just wow, Sanaa! From the opening line to the closing one, it is gorgeous!💗💗