you read,
head inclined,
like a heliotropic sunflower bud,
closed lips moving as softly as
new born butterfly wings,
light and air rearranging themselves
into a radiant stage for your thoughts,
does that poem, that tongue-tied page,
don a damask gown and ballerina shoes,
declaiming slowly, animated and free,
or do you imagine yourself reading aloud,
covered in the russet tears of weeping chinars,
one outstretched limb at an incongruous angle
to the listening sky,
perhaps there are characters,
like you, like me,
strange faces with familiar eyes,
whose lips do you see,
whose voice do you hear,
laughing, despairing, in love,
is that Faiz walking out through the mist,
or Hafiz, the beloved’s wine still purple wet on his lips,
or the unparalleled Noor Jahan
wooing Jahangir in her Sheesh Mahal,
her hennaed hands the colour
of Agra’s sandstone fort;
you hold your breath,
between the lines, beside the words,
like a raindrop that pauses midstream
to adore the ground that will
break his heart,
like the shore that listens alone
for a single wave,
that never returns,
that never departs,
you hear,
you see,
and everything i ever felt,
everything we ever were,
free-falling through speechless time,
converges at the tip of your forefinger,
motionless,
waiting for the rain to stop, for the waves to end,
for the music to die, for the curtains to fall,
for the sound, the colours, the henna to fade,
before you turn the page.
Eloquent!
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Thanks so much.
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this is how to write a poem!
i wished i could write as captivatingly as this. 🙂
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Thanks so much 🙂
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before I turn the page…
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Thank you TioStib. Always glad to see you here!
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When reading poetry who knows what we will discover? If the poetry is good, all this and more! Wonderful piece!
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Thank you Bekkie 🙂
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I think you have captured the most perfect observations here, infused them with meaning and emotion A remarkable piece of poetry.
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Thanks so much Kerry.
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Yes, that is indeed Faiz walking out through the mist. But with Jehangir as one of his companions, he seems a bit distressed. And waits anxiously for me to turn the page.
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Would be fascinating to listen to their conversation though!
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One, the embodiment of exalting in exploitation, and Faiz, the howl of dissent. Awkward silences, I would presume 🙂
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The delicate tension is palpable waiting to change, waiting to wait. 🙂
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Thanks so much Luk.
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You pull us in then show us how to read your poem. Beautifully done,
Elizabeth
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Thanks so much Elizabeth!
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Some superb, emotive lines in this wonderful piece. “free-falling through speechless time” : transcendent!
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Thanks so much Wendy!
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I think I read your poem like you know it should be read, lips moving just a little, head tilted and me hanging on every word. This is lovely.
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Oh that’s perfect! Thanks so much Myrna!! So glad you enjoyed it that way!
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This is the magic! I love the images you have chosen–I want to lie down with your words and feel the spaces between them
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Thank you so much! Glad you liked it.
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Your last lines are perfect. They speak of that wonderful feeling that feeds the soul into delicious excitement, understanding, into the poetic high that keeps up turning pages… and going back for more.
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Thank you Magaly…always good to have you stop by here. Much much appreciated!
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This is an absolutely beautiful, thoughtful, and very smart poem. It feels metapoetic, a commentary on the art of poetry, and who reads and writes it. Who are these people out there? Very cool.
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Thanks so much Matthew. Faiz and Hafiz are poets of course and Noor Jehan a Mughal queen from 17th century India. The others are just people lost in their own version of poetry!
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Wow, this is absolutely beautiful! Too many wonderful images to repeat but I especially loved the russet tears of weeping chinars. Wonderful!
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Thanks so much Sherry, always good to hear from you.
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What a fascinating poem…certainly thought provoking….I love all the wonderful ways we can and do read poetry….to me it is like music.
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It certainly is music… thanks so much Donna!
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I particularly love the wonderful crescendo at the end.
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Thank you Rosemary, much appreciated.
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Beautiful rich, well crafted write – I enjoyed this very much…
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Thanks so much Scott.
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like the shore that listens alone
for a single wave,
that never returns,
that never departs,
This is soo beautiful! Love the intense nature of your poem 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thank you Sanaa!
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“you hold your breath,”
Certainly, i did while reading your poem silently, and exhale in sheer adoration as i came to the end
Have a lovely Sunday Thotpurge
much love…
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Thanks so much Gillena! A lovely day to you too!
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You have described the process perfectly of how a poem (hopefully) is read and savored! I like the last stanza where you describe the feelings AFTER the poem is read, before the page is turned. Yes, there is just such a pause where you ingest the words you just read.
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Thank you Mary, yes that pause is so critical I think.. for me its when I make an invisible connection with the poet and the poem!!
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I enjoyed reading poems, in whispers or sometimes in loud voice. Oh, the henna line was a surprise but I liked it
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Thank you Totomai…
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your poem is a flight of words that sadly has to land – but the page turn offers new adventures so it ends on an upnote
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Thank you Laura, poetry is always uplifting..even the sad, dark ones!
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This is exactly how poetry should be read, the movement of the lips… Just like that, and that’s how I read your lines 😉
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Thank you 🙂 🙂
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What a beautiful poem this is and the images you create are seductive in themselves longing for love again.
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Thank you Robin. Poetry in itself is a kind of deep yearning!
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What a wonderful celebration of how it feels to be lost in words – stunning imagery throughout but my favourite was – head inclined, like a heliotropic sunflower bud – magic!
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Thanks so much Jae 🙂
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this poem gives the exact feeling you’ve weaved…so beautifully penned as always…
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Thank you Sumana.
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