“In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”.. from The Hours Rise Up Putting Off Stars by E.E Cummings.
I look desperation in the eye
and smile
as city around me is bathed
in sweet-smelling rain,
the mere thought of you
lets loose burning tears
as hours pass by
stirring storm
into a once peaceful heart
in the street of the sky
sorrow walks scattering poems
In a world
where blood betrays blood
your love
has the power to make me sigh
and remember
you held my hand
through the darkest days
through innocence and time
when I was recognizing myself
why is it then that budding leaves
remind of loss and regret–
I wake in middle of the night
ruffled with dreams filled with angst
you are fragrance that lingers
long after flowers have wilted
I sense the moon, clouds and wind
whispering amongst themselves
what had been pales in comparison
of what could have been
why is it that heart never coincides
with mind,
in the street of the sky
sorrow walks scattering poems.
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Posted on Sanaa’s Challenge @ Real Toads
& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub
You’ve really flown with that line – a springboard into the sky, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“You are fragrance that lingers long after flowers have wilted.” Such sorrowful and beautiful lines.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I really love what you did with Cummings’ line. How your use of “sorrow” makes me think that this poem burn the night’s cheeks in the same way thoughts burn moistly in the speaker’s eyes.
Aww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
A romantic poem about the night and the stars
Thank you so much, Toni 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Oh, heart not coinciding with the mind is such a malady which hurts and pricks and yet stays with its soft, bitter pain. This is so well done, Sanaa. The stream of thought comes to full measure with those deeply thoughtful closing lines. I mean, “sorrow walks scattering poems”, is just wow.
Would check out your prompt on With Real Toads; it sounds interesting.
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Aww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you! ❤️
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I love your last two lines – they end your poem with a powerful punch!
Thank you so much, Jo 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
If sorrow scatters your poems, only then is it welcome on my street
Thank you so much, Eric 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A beautiful poem!! Especially like how the aroma of you, outlasts the flowers.
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“sorrow walks scattering poems” – love this. Beautiful description setting mood.
Thank you so much, V.J. 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sanaa, I love every word of this, but this especially “you are fragrance that lingers
long after flowers have wilted” reminds me of a scent lingering on a pillow. Such lyrical phrases, “ruffled with dreams” is new and evocative. I really enjoyed reading this.
Thank you so much, Victoria 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Sweet and full of nostalgia Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh, this is so beautiful and deeply moving. This is one of my favorites you’ve written.
Aww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
A beautiful twist on the cummings line, and a poignantly beautiful expression of anguish. I loved particularly your question about heart and mind. Then again, I love it all!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What a great quote to springboard this wonderful poem. I especially liked,
“through innocence and time
when I was recognizing myself”
Thank you so much, Alicia 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Achingly beautiful poem.
Thank you so much, Vicki 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
why is it that heart never coincides
with mind,
This is a never-ending question, Sanaa that never seem to get answered. It is good as it makes life all the more interesting!
Hank
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️
I could feel, and of course smell, the fragrance that lingers. Your whole poem invokes this reader’s feelings.
.. Thanks for the fun prompt, it made for a fun write.
Thank you so much, Jim 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
why is it that heart never coincides with mind,…
Seems like an ongoing question. Very nice poem. Love the repeating lines.
Thank you so much, Dwight 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
“you held my hand
through the darkest days
through innocence and time
when I was recognizing myself
why is it then that budding leaves
remind of loss and regret–”
Love this .. Touch has such memory doesn’t it? 💙
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Kylie ❤️
I look desperation in the eye
and smile ….
now, if this isn’t an opening line? it’s captivating, and yet, we fall into the sorrow of the poem, scattered from the streets of the sky, as well as the ruminations, the wistfulness, and yet, well, release too. Too often the mind demands answers but the heart hides in its own mystery. Such as it is. such is life. And yet we breathe again. And write poems 🙂 And I really like these lines too – “why is it then that budding leaves
remind of loss and regret–”
Life is sometimes bittersweet. Still, to walk through the streets and know the heart will grow/go on.
Interesting direction as inspired by the line and poem Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Pat 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Nice line: “sorrow walks scattering poems”
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“what had been pales in comparison
of what could have been”…
Oh, sweet regrets… we all have them.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Margaret ❤️
Thank you for the creative challenge! Your poem is breathtaking.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Wow! What a beautiful poem you have created here Sanaa, it was so beautiful to read in its sad reflection of love lost. I really loved it.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the “ruffled with dreams” image.
Thank you so much, Judy 😀 so good to see you ❤️
We are living… In a world
where blood betrays blood
We all could do with some love and devotion to get us through the painful present.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Kerry ❤️
I just adore these lines:
“I look desperation in the eye
and smile”
“In a world
where blood betrays blood
your love
has the power to make me sigh”
Thank you so much, Teal 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
A Poem with rich evocation, imagery unified tightly with theme, floods of love and human longing, this passage is packed with beautiful wisdom:
I sense the moon, clouds and wind
whispering amongst themselves
what had been pales in comparison
of what could have been
why is it that heart never coincides
with mind,
And then the anchoring the surprise of Ars Poetica to sorrow, while lifting our eyes upward in longing;
“in the street of the sky
sorrow walks scattering poems.“
Thank you so much, Lona 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the imagine of sorrow walking and scattering poems.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Gorgeous, Sanaa! I love that fragrance lingering.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Poignant, sensual and utterly delightful!
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so good to see you ❤️