P.S.

by nouriguess   Jun 3, 2012


At your side, it must have
ticked twice now, the air
must have heaped ambrosial, snow-like
smells all over your
sheets, and poetry...

Poetry, I swear, cried
out your name last night, chased you
in me, thinking that my lips
still hold the warmth
of your pajamas.

-But I told poetry to hush
and gazed at it
like a fierce mother gazing
at a guilty kid.

At your side, the moon
might have spinned your night with
questions, almost about what
used to be called love
and you might have not
answered yet.

Perhaps, it's too much for my heart
to have you. Your perfume
would spoil my fingertips like
spoiling a newly-born.

At your side, blackbirds could
still be sleeping.
At mine, you're already at my
window-pane.

Blackbirds never really
gave me much to ponder upon.
In your absence,
it sings of immortality.

Funny how when I
wish you were here, I realize
that you
are nowhere but here.
It's cold at my side
and I bet that at yours,
it's even colder.
Maybe, just maybe,
we must turn around, kiss,
collide and
forget that a bed could be
for two sleepers.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Lioness

    Ummmm what can I say but Wow?

    Awesome, awesome write. I loved the sadness in this poem, which I could feel so easily. You always manage to fill your poems with these images that take the poem to a higher leve.

    Awesome

    x

  • 11 years ago

    by A Poets Handwriting aka ALISHA

    This is a heartbreakingly beautiful piece.
    5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    I've read this like 5 times already. all i can say is AMAZING! :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    I agree with Purple Rose, this is not 'horribly horrible' as you said. If it is, then.. I'm completely talent-less :(

    There are so many 'moments' in this piece that I so adore. Some imagery and ideas may seem random, but I took the time to try to understand and analyze them; the way you connected each of them was brilliant as well, of course.

    'Poetry, I swear, cried
    out your name last night, chased you
    in me, thinking that my lips
    still hold the warmth
    of your pajamas.'
    ^Noura.. Really? I have nothing really to comment here. This is a quote-worthy stanza that really got me into reading this. It really pulled me to try and understand this piece.
    This made me think of how I write poems; sometimes I write poems about someone, yet I hide them in metaphors or take a lifeless object and personify it.

    'At your side, blackbirds could
    still be sleeping.
    At mine, you're already at my
    window-pane.
    Blackbirds never really
    gave me much to ponder upon.'
    ^I interpret this as a difference in place of the persona with the person she loves. It shows the difference of time whenever she looks out the window. I like how you wrote that blackbirds are sleeping in his side; blackbirds sleeping is quite insignificant yet you penned it like it was important. Then you contradicted it with the insignificance of blackbirds to the persona.. The imagery I got from 'you're already at my window-pane..' was that you personified the sun. The sun is important and it gives us light and all, so I'm thinking this person is really very important to you.

    'Funny how when I
    wish you were here, I realize
    that you
    are nowhere but here.
    It's cold at my side
    and I bet that at yours,
    it's even colder.'
    ^Again, this shows the time difference and it makes me think this is about a long distance relationship.
    I find it so interesting how you write with a bit of 'informal' English with phrases such as 'funny how..' 'I swear..' but you always pen a masterpiece. I personally like formal better, but I just can't help it. I love your diction; it shows your voice in each of your poems.
    The title was also very interesting. It shows how this is all just an after-thought, but it still is important to you and the person you're speaking to.

    Overall, this is a beautiful piece. It can be interpreted in various ways, and still, it doesn't lose its luster. I still have a lot to ponder upon.. Brilliant as always.
    -X

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Noura, Darl, I am in awe over your greatness
    but it is the sadness in this piece that really makes me feel so very heavy for you.

    Perhaps, it's too much for my heart
    to have you. Your perfume
    would spoil my fingertips like
    spoiling a newly-born.

    ^^^This part made me break because you deserve everything and nothing could spoil you, but I can see how lonely you are feeling and how much you crave this person to be near you...but trust me they are, I know it,

    Just amazing poetry, from an amazing woman with so much to give and so much to recieve

    Hugs and love always
    xxxxxxx

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