Poem inspired by the title of Rumi’s poetic masterpiece, “What was told, that.”
What more can be said that raises a faint blush on,
embers of wanting
smolder marmalade-like over a pair of brown eyes,
copacetic these clouds murmur
not a thought, not a kiss, nor a glance is forgotten–
your beauty akin to a cream rosebud,
to winter sunshine illuminating the trees.
What more can be said that molds the heart
with such strangeness,
the crescent itself seethes when I utter your name
and I, seeing through pretense smile
I plead pardon for having my breath perfumed—
Darkly whispering the underworld beckons,
I gaze upon the flowers pinned between rocks
sprouting deep purple,
the violet
being one to address blood consciousness.
To repudiate living darkness that exists in one’s soul
would be ideal,
I thought to myself as I rise from dreams unreal;
I bury my face in the wild storm of your being.
There is faith in the fog, I cannot see the ground
and yet
I tread further into the abyss of the unknown,
let lips decide the distance between us
love, I have witnessed many a February cold—
come,
weave foolishness into my heart;
it’s perfectly easy, every atom
belonging to me as good
belongs to you;
what more can be said that raises a faint blush on.
Photo credits: Pinterest
A Skylover Wordlist: Underworld, crescent, seethe, faint,
sunshine, foolish 💝
Posted on Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United
& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub
every atom
belonging to me as good
belongs to you
Exquisitely ornate poetry!
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Wonderful use of colour in this poem, Sanaa! I love the phrase ‘embers of wanting’ and the lines:
‘There is faith in the fog, I cannot see the ground
and yet
I tread further into the abyss of the unknown,
let lips decide the distance between us’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Enchanting, enthralling … though it’s all gorgeous, I particularly res[pond to the 3rd verse.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
If there were no faith in the fog, we would be lost souls indeed!
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, MMT 💄❤️
Ah yes even in the journey of love, one can never be certain but one can be feed the fires of faith
Happy Wednesday Sanaa, thanks for a lovely prompt today
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much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Much love …
When the familiarity is such that even the atoms know no division between each other, so much has already been said without uttering a word.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Fine work indeed; I esp liked ‘There is faith in the fog…’
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
So many beautiful lines. Rumi would be proud to have inspired this lovely poem. Simply beautiful.
Thank you so much, Myrna 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
So beautiful and rich with romance. The electricity of knowing someone so well that words aren’t really necessary ring throughout this poem, but so thankful you gave us the voice.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
So long since anyone weaved foolishness into my heart! Your beautiful words left me a little nostalgic!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautifully crafted! I especially like “There is faith in the fog, I cannot see the ground
and yet
I tread further into the abyss of the unknown”
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
There is so much imagery throughout but this: “I bury my face in the wild storm of your being.” to me means that you willing to ride the whirlwind regardless of the consequences, dedication to your intended.
Well done, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I, too, was hooked by the romantic imagery. Your love poems always satisfy; often ribald and so very personal, tender and vulnerable.
Awwww gosh!💄❤️ Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!💄❤️
This is such a deep romantic feeling in this, but I especially enjoy the darkness rippling in the passionate underworld underneath.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautifully penned Sanaa, I especially love ‘There is faith in the fog, I cannot see the ground and yet I tread further into the abyss of the unknown’ xxx
Thank you so much, Xenia 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Sanaa, your whole poem is a smoldering plea that I enjoyed reading. My favorite (most convincing for me) is:
“come, weave foolishness into my heart;” <3
Thank you so much, Jade Li 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I really like the idea of the flowers being “pinned” between the rocks…what a beautiful image that is, Sanaa and a lovely, romantic poem–I like how it ended as it began with a blush–just in time for the coming Valentine’s Day. Gayle
Thank you so much, Gayle 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Yes, a warm and pulsating Valentine poem for sure!
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Wow! I love that you began and ended this with same words. Also love “there is faith in the fog”. Outstanding poem.
Awwww gosh!💄❤️ Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!💄❤️
You paint with words. I love trust in fog.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
i am particularly enchanted with the perfumed breadth, you have seduced me with this, so beautiful and sensous.
Thank you so much, Gina 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Nice line: “I bury my face in the wild storm of your being.”
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Beautiful sensual! The embers of wanting lie within each one of us! A great question!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Love this sensous poem specially the ending lines. Gorgeous share!
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for hosting OLN) 🌹
gadzooks! there is such LIFE in this!
Thank you so much, Eric 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“embers of wanting
smolder marmalade-like over a pair of brown eyes,”
I love the music in this and through out the poem…all those “m”‘s colliding! JIM
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️