I listen deep as raindrops fall upon heart
Made a wish while dew was still on roses
Tossed my hopes and watched them fly —
Though I imagine only in my mind’s eye
In lonesome moments heard your voice
As though reviving nature heaved a sigh
Like urge that sweeps and gathers storm —
In arms of pererration lie safe and warm
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Posted on Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub
For my prompt “To travel is to take a journey into
yourself” on Friday 9th September at 8 am EDT
Posted on poems written on Prompt Nights
Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
I think with a wish upon the dew you will catch your dreams.
Most definitely! Thank you kindly, Bjorn 🙂
I love “nature heaved a sigh,” especially.
Thank you so much, De ❤
I love the wishing in dew. Lovely poem this is.
Thank you Toni 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
Loneliness can be a blessing as it births wishes and the fact that we must find fullness within. It’s so hard but look at how it creates a poem.
I agree. Thank you so much, Victoria ❤
The structure of the poem and the rhyme scheme really fit the idea of warmth and safety in this other person’s arms. Very nice!
Thank you Marilyn 🙂 so glad you liked it.
Oddly, despite how gregarious we may be, we must be alone when we write. I have written in groups for a lab or class, but it takes three times more energy. Wishing is first cousin to dreaming–poets are first class dreamers.
I agree, thank you kindly, Glenn 🙂
The last two lines are my favorites.
Thank you so much, Joon 🙂
lovely poem, Sanaa 🙂
Thanks Ladylee 😀
“As though reviving nature heaved a sigh” beautiful…
Thank you so much, Sumana ❤
A wish upon dew drops …. Lovely!
Thank you so much, Lillian ❤
Tossed my hopes and watched them fly (my fav line)
Thank you so much, Debi ❤
Pererrations of wander
ease.. UniVerse pARts
wonder through
galaxy same..
BaLanCinG Planets
around Suns.. and Stars
of Galaxies swirling around
black hole Suns.. there are
no sidewalks in space..
only spiral
magic
wands..
no straight line
angles of sky scraper
buildings aLL FloWinG FloWeRinG
MoTioNs aLL.. and what.. hUmans
reflections of all that is..
walk on sidewalks
and rarely
dance
as
leaves wind
Grass sWaying
Spring Breeze..
culturally
driven
sidewalks
A sourcE noW..
perHaps.. most aLL diSeAse..
hUman sidewalks.. no move with ease..
i wish for moRe floWers
oF MoVinG DancE..:)
Thanks for stopping by, Katie 🙂
This is beautiful. I love the rhyme scheme so much I had to read it twice.
Thank you so much, Linda ❤
Loved the word “pererration” I had to look it up.
Thank you so much, Silver-gardenia 🙂
I like the sound and wistfulness of your piece. Lovely images, too. 🙂
Thank you kindly, Imelda ❤
I like the image of tossing your hopes and watching them fly…
Thank you so much, Sue ❤ so glad you liked it 🙂
A lovely poem. The words made me feel a little lonely. I, too, have “Tossed my hopes and watched them fly” 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee ❤
I’m quite taken by the ambiguity of the line, ” Tossed my hopes and watched them fly —”. A tossed hope can be lost… but in the chaos of flight, there is always a chance to hope to hold on to something that keeps it alive.
Exactly my sentiments Magaly ❤ so glad you liked it 😀
How much easier it is to fit in with nature’s ways and feel comfortable in that world (rather than our own perhaps!)
Definitely ❤ thank you kindly, Robin
Beautiful soft words that invoke a flight of hopeful fancy…and the weeping trees are stunning XXX
Thank you so much, Gina ❤
Wonderful as ever Sanaa 🙂
Thank you Suyash 🙂 so glad you liked it.
You have a beautiful way of looking at the world and tying the experience to emotions we can all relate to.
Thank you so much, Kerry ❤
as though reviving nature heaved a sigh…like that!!
Thank you kindly, Rajani 🙂
Your poem is lovely, whimsical, romantic and pensive all at the same time. Thanks for the tongue twister; i had to do an internet search for pronunciation and meaning, i’m still working on my voicing of “pererration”
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena ❤ lots of love back 🙂
Yes to be held in warm arms is a good thing to yearn for
Thank you kindly, Jae 🙂
Love the idea of tossing hopes and making them fly! May they soar & then take root.
Thank you so much, Mary ❤ good to see you 🙂
Love this line, Sanaa “Tossed my hopes and watched them fly ” gives a kind of faith that they’ll fly back again. Beautiful and deep poem!
Thank you so much, Khaya ❤
This is beautiful – tossing hopes and making them fly…..” Loved it!
Thank you so much, Sherry ❤ have a wonderful week ahead.
I like the progression of raindrops on the heart to the tossing of hope so they might fly.
Thank you so much 🙂 so glad you liked it.
This is very beautiful, Sanaa.
Thank you Loredana ❤
This has a zen like quality Sanaa (especially with the photo). Ah, raindrops – bring back childhood memories
Thank you so much, Totomai 🙂 so glad you liked it.
A lovely piece! The entire post is a treat to visit – stunning visual; wonderful words!
Thank you so much, Wendy ❤
“pererration”—a new word for me, even though my dictionary says it’s obsolete. I can’t imagine why it went out of use. Anyway, thank you for enriching my vocabulary!
Thank you so much 🙂 so glad you liked it.
the dew drops speak. so does the rain.
Definitely ❤ thank you kindly, Gazal