I gaze away at yonder in the arms of sunset,
sighing deeply as hour passes by indifferent
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like an ocean whispering to a pearly shore.
(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)
I fear not love nor pause to plunge in depths
often incense of a rose’s embedded in pages
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like a ship sailing apart from restless wind.
(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)
This city is a silhouette, mirroring the dark
as memory hushed away, sealed in the past
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like the sun creeping through pewter skies.
(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)
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34 Responses
You did well, Sanaa, in placing the setting of your poem in the depths of the writer’s mind. The voice calling from the back of the mind was,so real, as if there physically was such a place.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Poets must be able to dream this way and then their words come alive. I loved each of the fourth lines in each verse.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the use of refrain in this poem – as ever you excel
Thank you so much, Jae 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Reading this lulled me into a daydream of my own….so peaceful! Loved it.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😊 so good to see you ❤
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like a ship sailing apart from restless wind.
I LOVE this image.. and the chance that it is all a dream.
Oh gosh!❤ Thank you so much, Kerry 😊 so glad you liked it!❤
(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)…I love the fourth stanza and then, it all may be a dream – or not. I truly enjoyed this inside the mind of….poem.
Thank you so much, Toni 😊 so glad you enjoyed it ❤
I would say it’s a hundred percent chance 🙂 Nicely done!
Thank you so much, Timoteo 😊 so good to see you ❤
I like the echo of the refrain, doubly tentative because of the brackets, almost with your finger to your lips, Sanaa. I also love the lines:
‘there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like a ship sailing apart from restless wind’
and.
‘like the sun creeping through pewter skies’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Very imaginative composition. It takes us someplace. (is it a dream…)
Thank you so much, Martin 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Perhaps we are all dreaming. 🙂
Perhaps 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Rosemary ❤️
Interesting use of the refrain….
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
The repetition makes it very effective
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Dreaming and living can look almost the same when they dance in the mind of a poet… and sometimes, they just are. Love the refrain and the thought…
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Ah, dreams. I love your refrain. “…The sun creeping through pewter skies…”. Beautiful line!
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
That refrain is haunting! I love this poem, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sunsets can be so alluring as to make us question reality. Such an awesome write.
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Thank you for linking to Monday WRites
much love…
My pleasure, Gillena 🙂
Much love…
Yes, this is a beautiful poem and I particularly liked “there’s a voice calling from back of my mind like an ocean whispering to a pearly shore”. One of my delights is to walk along a deserted beach and just let the sea talk to me.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️