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,
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
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;
‘…now elegant red burgundies flow from voice;
he is music
that soothes the soul and promises me rain’.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️
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
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
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!
Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂
I love this:
“elegant red burgundies flow from voice;
he is music”
You drew so much from this image, always impressive writing, Sanaa.
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.
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.
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.
“I admit, the idea of stealing his breath crossed my mind. ”
A very passionate comprehension of this painting, Sanaa.
Wow, you sure dug deeply and creatively to find love and mystery amongst the cubist fractals. Very impressive.
I love your poem, and I love that you’re such an incurable romantic! ♥️
Dear Sanaa, this is utterly delicious … only you could have brought out the passion in these cubist works of art!
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.
This has the feel that she is only watching him from the shadows, imagining some day she might meet this man.
The oneness that knowing in the liminal moment comes through for me in this delightfully romantic poem, I like the vulnerability of the speaker.