Glossy on the snow-washed street,
winter continues
the sky is of rolling clouds, a thousand shades that range
from abalone to stone
as beech trees cry their last tears in the half-morning light—
here hope is ash coloured
yet the darkling sits, unperturbed;
and I wonder, if the snow loves it dearly?
I don’t have the slightest inkling about what happened
to my heart,
how it healed,
four-chambered muscular organ that sings: cardinal red
and emotionally scarred.
Perhaps, it too is aware of mournful lyrics,
of how everything goes around,
of how it’s conducted.
I kissed the lips of the cold surrounding me,
qualms blurred.
If winter can be formidable then why can’t we?
Photo credits: Trisha Adams, Winter Color Series 12″x6″ oil, Pinterest
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38 Responses
Great use of colour in this poem, Sanaa, and stunning imagery, especially the sky ‘a thousand shades that range from abalone to stone’, ash coloured hope, and the lines:
‘Perhaps, it too is aware of mournful lyrics,
of how everything goes around’
and
‘I kissed the lips of the cold surrounding me,
qualms blurred.’
We are formidable, Sanaa, we just don’t know it yet.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I simply love this, Sanaa – it’s very hard to pick out favourite lines:
‘a thousand shades that range
from abalone to stone’ is such an evocative image, but when you go on to describe the heart as:
‘four-chambered muscular organ that sings: cardinal red
and emotionally scarred.’ that’s just perfect! And then you’re final, defiant question. I agree with Kim: we can be and we are!
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
Oh, this is beautiful, Sanaa! I love how the
” beech trees cry their last tears in the half-morning light—
here hope is ash coloured,” and how the poem then moves from contemplating nature, to the narrator’s heart.
That final question is so poignant! ❤️
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
I so love the way you make winter come alive with colors and kissing the cold. I do love the brightness of snow.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
What a wonderful poetic journey you’ve given us! I like the inclusiveness of the beech, the ash and the darkling. So many compelling word pictures! Bravo
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The poetess is deeply in touch with her surroundings
“I kissed the lips of the cold surrounding me”
Wonderfully penned Sanaa
Much💖love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Much love back..
Like!
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Lovely opening! Wonderful image;
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
“Wonderfully-penned” indeed. An incredible piece, ringing with lovely words and striking imagery. Your poetics seem to strengthen weekly!
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Great stuff indeed, Sanaa. I could feel the cold.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad the poem and its images spoke to you 💄❤️
“If winter can be formidable then why can’t we?” Brilliant
Thank you so much, Deborah 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
your imagery, the colours, the words all flow to make a very powerful poem with a timeless conclusion … loved every bit of this
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
love the strength. the hope. in each line. powerful closing, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Rosemarie 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
We do somehow manage to heal. Winter continues, but suddenly it will be spring again.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Kerfe 💄❤️
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The images you gift us are always so beautiful … as are your words.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
So much emotion wrapped in a diverse array of color and a vibration. I like this line, “I kissed the lips of the cold surrounding me, qualms blurred.” This is our reality. And our challenge is to live it bravely and be “formidable.” 👊✨💯
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is tender and strong all at once.
“I don’t have the slightest inkling about what happened
to my heart,
how it healed,
four-chambered muscular organ that sings: cardinal red
and emotionally scarred’
Then I love how you ended with that question.
So good.
Thank you so much, Alicia 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
It’s dark and light suspense like a heartbreak of beauty.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️