Untitled [cherry wine knows no bounds]

Leave me a kiss in a glass of red; don’t ask me  
how and definitely not why, 
life seems hollow in the eyes, 
seems like it just can’t go by faster than  
need be, 
I am consumed by thoughts that sting and yet,  
life feels holy under the green– 
brilliant scarlet-orange flowers, 
they watch as vibrance is beaten out in seconds. 

Lost in his paintings and a new timeline, 
he sits brooding 
over breakfast in silence, 
blackberry bread and butter pudding, 
what could possibly go wrong, I thought 
as he steps into a sorrowful canvass 
with no color in eye, 
he teaches me not to believe in whispers  
and sighs that liberate. 
I absorb every mouthful without complaint. 

I walk a tightrope to prove how valuable I am, 
cut fragile roses  
but forget to deal with thorns, I bleed, 
I bleed with precision and begin to doubt; 
he smiles in response, 
the sky darkens and petals litter the ground. 

Cherry wine; we find ourselves filled with lies, 
while truth pounds on the door, unheard, 
a rouge imprint, 
broken promises on the glass,  
I leave them on the kitchen counter, who knows, 
maybe he will rinse them clean, 
he’s sweeter than solitude, chaotically concealed 
behind the waves, 
I swim, I swim without thinking twice; he 
doesn’t care, he is just being kind. 

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Loosely inspired by “CHERRY WINE,” written by Andrew Hozier-Byrne 🍒

Posted for “Two Opportunities to join us LIVE” @dVerse Poets Pub

Comments

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:

    So much to like… bleeding with precision, and the way you use the swimming metaphor of something lost… wonder though it’s really kindness what he’s doing (or maybe not doing)

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  2. I walk a tightrope to prove how valuable I am,
    cut fragile roses
    but forget to deal with thorns, I bleed,

    Gorgeous, Sanaa! <3

    Much love,
    David

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  3. The lines David mentioned stood our for me, too–but also that “he” smiles
    “I walk a tightrope to prove how valuable I am,
    cut fragile roses
    but forget to deal with thorns, I bleed,
    I bleed with precision and begin to doubt;
    he smiles in response,

    That gave me the chills. Beautifully done.
    You always make me with laugh with your I have one exciting one and one not-exciting one. 😂

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awwww gosh! Thank you so much, Merril 😀 it was a difficult task writing this one, so glad you liked it! 💄❤️

      PS: LOL I am glad I amuse you 😉

  4. dwight l. Roth says:

    I love the lines of broken promises being wiped clean from the dirty glasses on the counter. A great poem, Sanaa!

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  5. Brendan says:

    How you love and live the high-wire of love. It does make for exhilarating poetry. “He’s sweeter than solitude, chaotically concealed / behind the waves, / I swim, I swim without thinking twice; he /
    doesn’t care, he is just being kind.”

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  6. gillena cox says:

    “what could possibly go wrong, I thought
    as he steps into a sorrowful canvass
    with no color in eye, ”

    Who knows what the future brings except for of course change.
    Enjoyed hearing you read Sanaa.

    Much💖love

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

      Much love back 🥂

  7. I agree with Björn, so much to like.

    “blackberry bread and butter pudding,”🤤

    “I walk a tightrope to prove how valuable I am”💔

    “we find ourselves filled with lies,
    while truth pounds on the door, unheard”🙏🏼

    I’ve found myself in various relationships where we filled ourselves with lies and didn’t want to open that door.

    A very evocative poem.

    1. Sanaa says:

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

  8. Gorgeous poem! I enjoyed it very much, an artist’s relation with his/her muse is a complicated affair.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Mrityunjay 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  9. What a bitter-sweet poem, Sanaa! I was hooked immediately by ‘Leave me a kiss in a glass of red’ and drawn through the poem by your imagery. I enjoyed the use of colour in the lines:
    ‘life feels holy under the green–
    brilliant scarlet-orange flowers,
    they watch as vibrance is beaten out in seconds’
    and the tension expressed in the lines:
    ‘I walk a tightrope to prove how valuable I am,
    cut fragile roses
    but forget to deal with thorns, I bleed’
    and the ‘broken promises on the glass’ especially when the speaker leaves them on the kitchen counter with the telling aside ‘who knows, maybe he will rinse them clean’.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

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