Perhaps the most beautiful words are those
which remain suspended in mid-air,
here,
over heathland pathways— I want you beside me;
listening intently,
in a world where honesty is considered imprudence
and shades of mauve are misinterpreted.
An inundation of sorts;
half sip of rhapsody, half of ache,
love is a portion of an epic poem adapted for recitation—
and I wonder
if poetry would suffice?
If anyone observes in me a slight hint of obstinacy?
Forgive me,
for I seem to have lost my breath,
your warm touch and nearness have my blood stirring—
like a wildflower in the rain,
I am beginning to comprehend what it’s like to yield.
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Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United
Intriguing beginning. I think I will spend some time wondering about the beauty of words “suspended in mid-air”, of things left unsaid…
Thank you so much, Magaly 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
What an excellent poem. I’m crazy about this part in particular:
“where honesty is considered imprudence
and shades of mauve are misinterpreted.
An inundation of sorts;
half sip of rhapsody”
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love is a portion of an epic poem adapted for recitation—
and I wonder
if poetry would suffice?
– lovely lines, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You have quite a gift when writing Sanaa to have the reader pondering over “honesty is considered impudence” then leading on to ultimate line “…comprehend what is like to yield,” as she finally succumbs.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Ohhh, so gorgeous! I love the ‘wildflower in the rain’ image most of all.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Love this I love “words suspended in mid-air” and “a world where honesty is considered imprudence and shades of mauve are misinterpreted” Brilliant
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Like Magaly, I got caught up in the opening lines and the beauty of words ‘suspended in mid-air’ – the things left unsaid – until I read on to the lines:
‘half sip of rhapsody, half of ache,
love is a portion of an epic poem adapted for recitation’,
which suggests to me that we must speak our love aloud for the potion to work, that we can’t leave those words ‘suspended in mid-air’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Love the line “love is a portion of an epic poem adapted for recitation”! The poem brings desire through the dangers of misinterpretation and performance to that lovely wordlessness at the end.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
i love how you describe situations, feelings, etc. Sanaa. it marvels me because it just makes your poem full of life. great write!
Thank you so much, Humblekind Poet 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
:Like a wildflower in the rain” … what a lovely descriptive phrase. Careful with that yielding, however!!
I will! 😉 Thanks for stopping by, Beverly 💄❤️
What a beautiful love story
Happy Sunday Sanaa
Much💖love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Happy Sunday!
much🌹🌷love …
To yield or not to yield
that is the question
Definitely to yield in my case 😀 thanks for stopping by, Rall 💄❤️
Unsaid words create a density in the air. I’d hope for honesty, imprudent or not, to help me see and feel more clearly.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
There is a lot of unspent tension in what is unsaid–and that really makes this piece sing–beautiful close!
Thank you so much, Audrey 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
It’s not easy to yield. To some of us, it is an unknown experience. To those who learn the way of yielding to the sip of rhapsody, or to the warm touch, the rewards far outweigh the risks.
Indeed! Thank you so much, MMT 🙂 for your wise and thoughtful comment 💄❤️
Goodness, flushing at the beautiful sensuality of this poem.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️