Untitled (as dusk falls)

They stare into me and bring the cosmos forth; 
eyes full of romantic composition, 
like an arrow aimed directly, 
half-moon and true, 
I surrender without pause, 
I am attracted to laughter,  
to words that reach beyond measure– 
I won’t lie,  
I am grateful for bouquet of words  
and candor that stains lips with roseate hue. 
I was lost between pages.  

I cannot deny the freedom I feel during conversation; 
as curtains lift themselves  
and thoughts run free in meadows, 
a mass of daffodils, 
that sing of fire and blossoming against all odds, 
is it just me  
or does the feeling make sense– 
I admit, the idea of stealing his breath crossed my mind. 

And now elegant red burgundies flow from voice; 
he is music  
that soothes the soul and promises me rain, 
so much of the world has drowned  
in chaos and mayhem, 
it’s a relief to find someone that comprehends ache, 
olive skin that harmonizes silence, 
it pains me not to flirt with him. 

Do you see him, tell me do you also feel 
that he is somewhat different? 
He sifts darkness with hands in his pockets 
and never complains in return, 
midnight-black intellect  
that matches mine in ways one cannot explain, 
I am of the opinion  
that the universe is out to tell me something. 
Only time will tell. 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Suitor. Figure with Bouquet by Thorvald Hellesen

Posted for Poetics: An Artist gets his due @dVerse Poets Pub 

28 thoughts on “Untitled (as dusk falls)

  1. You have found romance in this painting, Sanaa, which others might not see, and you bring it to life in your poem. I especially enjoyed the lines:
    ‘I am grateful for bouquet of words
    and candor that stains lips with roseate hue;
    and
    ‘…now elegant red burgundies flow from voice;
    he is music
    that soothes the soul and promises me rain’.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️

  2. Björn says:

    Love the way it unfolds with the “he” being a shadow looming behind… there is a foreboding and darkness in your poem… a waiting and waning for bliss or disaster… only time will tell

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  3. lillian says:

    Ah…you saw the suitor image as a he and romantically become inclined to him.
    ” admit, the idea of stealing his breath crossed my mind. ” …love this line. Once again, my friend, the romance you find in your words is delectable. “Do you also feel that he is somewhat different?” What a good question to ask when we’re faced with this cubist image of a person. Well done!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂

  4. msjadeli says:

    I love this:
    “elegant red burgundies flow from voice;
    he is music”
    You drew so much from this image, always impressive writing, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️

  5. Of course this would bring out the romantic in you. Once I read your words I was able to see a heart in the center of the portrait.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  6. I love your take on the painting. I guessed you would choose this one before I saw it on your site. Very well done, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  7. Grace says:

    I adore the romantic composition, the bouquet of words, the music and promises of rain. May the anticipation be worthy of the time and patience.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  8. gillena cox says:

    “I admit, the idea of stealing his breath crossed my mind. ”
    A very passionate comprehension of this painting, Sanaa.
    Bravo.

    Much💖love

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️

      Much love back 🥂

  9. seanatbogie says:

    Wow, you sure dug deeply and creatively to find love and mystery amongst the cubist fractals. Very impressive.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much Sean 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️

  10. Misky says:

    I love your poem, and I love that you’re such an incurable romantic! ♥️

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, my dearest Misky 😍 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  11. Helen says:

    Dear Sanaa, this is utterly delicious … only you could have brought out the passion in these cubist works of art!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  12. Mish says:

    A captivating piece. I love the way the voice weaves, winds and reflects, the analysis of love and attraction. This line made me pause…..”He sifts darkness with hands in his pockets
    and never complains in return”. Wow.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Mish 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  13. Christine says:

    This has the feel that she is only watching him from the shadows, imagining some day she might meet this man.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️

  14. Paul Cannon says:

    The oneness that knowing in the liminal moment comes through for me in this delightfully romantic poem, I like the vulnerability of the speaker.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

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