Ashen

A labor of love to heal the bruising...

Ashen...By Sami Khalil

Healing the bruising...

The Poem:

I planted you,

In the legacy of bruised skies,

In the further callings of noted flowers as colors escape orphanages

And yield to the roots of spring conscience.

I planted you,

Naked with bed full apologies,

Of ceaseless moons with pity on prisoners, who survive daily devotions, wearing the shadows of absence.

I planted you,

In the rebirth of wilted petals,

Who survive in distant valleys, attached to indecision of the hearts,

Footsteps away from light in the broad fields of death.  

I planted you,

In my intimate words of wedded vocabulary,

Around soft edges of intuitions where our critics below are confused,

Spinning in a state of head spin.

I planted you,

In the misreading of ashen rituals,

As white temples, churches and mosques stand as living archives to almost divinity, in unison of a lost sermon.

Reviews

[LouisianaBird]

This so beautiful and insightful. I LOVED the "wearing the shadows of absence"

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. So glad you like this poem LouisianaBird and so pleased of your visit. Thank you kindly...:)...............

[Erik Daniel]

I know I say it every time, but man I wish I had the imagery that you have in your poems! Your poems are so full of beauty. Loved it!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Say it any time Erik for it comes from your heart. Thank you so much for the wonderful review. Glad you like it...:).............

[Dhaye]

They say that you will reap what you sow. When we plant love, should we expect to harvest love, too? True love is unconditional- it is divine. To love means to sacrifice. Sometimes, it's enough to dream and dream about love...because in dreams, everything could be possible.
I'm sorry I didn't make an interpretation here, but a reaction. LOL.

Thanks to this wonderful piece, Sami. I enjoyed reading it.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. I love your reaction which is so wonderful. Thank you so much Dhaye for the lovely visit and words of truth. So glad you like it...:)................

[Dhaye]

You're welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

:)................................

[redzone]

I think if you plant us amidst all these images we would have lots of work to do to change them, make them better. Don't mean your poem but the issues you raise Maybe this is divine love, but it would take a labor of love to accomplish this..

Red here rolling up shirt sleeves, reporting for duty Sami

Favorite line: who survive in distant valleys attached to indecision of the heart. And in unison of a lost sermon
Sami your poems are a joy to read.
~~redzone

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Thank you so much Redzone for this amazing review and lovely words. So glad you like the imagery and the romance...Take care...:)..................

[redzone]

I did but the picture you embedded with poem just came through and I am thinking I may have misread your poem.. have I???

[Sami Khalil]

I don't know. It is about two bruised hearts and how he planted sorrow and pain in her but then came to realizations that love is a labor and sacrifice and a lost sermon. It goes deeper than that but in general...Thank you anyway. Your visit is the most important...:)..............

[redzone]

You are too kind Sami. I can now see says the blind man.. sorry Sami I will be better.. just so you know, you will never hurt my feelings by telling me I misread, it's one way to learn and understand better I think.

[Sami Khalil]

You are appreciated. Thank you kindly...:)..............

[Sami Khalil]

Almost healing the bruising...
Enjoy!
You can pick your favorite line or lines.

It is about two bruised hearts and how he planted sorrow and pain in her but then came to realizations that love is a labor and sacrifice and a lost sermon.

[Sami Khalil]

I planted you,
In my intimate words of wedded vocabulary,
Around soft edges of intuitions

Sami Khalil