Like the dunes of sand
my thoughts flow wild
carefree in uncharted land
awaiting to be reconciled
they have questions long ignored
only assumptions, as nothing was ever said
they reach out, to be adored
but nothing moves, all seems dead
with every changing season
never did an answer came
I am looking for a reason
how to keep it burning – this flame
just then, a twinge reminds me of something broken
and I try (hard), hoping to discern the words – unspoken.
Photo Credits : Redbubble
Line Credits : “With every changing season, I am looking for a reason”
from Sanaa Rizvi’s “Looking for a Reason“
For Real Toads prompt : Poems In April – The Tuesday Platform
Over at the toads, Sanaa offers the opportunity to pick a favorite phrase, a word, a line or two from our fellow poet’s poem and create a masterpiece of our own.
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Beautiful words and thoughts – but I think, better stop looking for reasons! Sometimes we need to just give up and let go.
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Thanks Rosemary 🙂
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One thing with dunes of sand, sometimes they expose something left behind a long time ago – covered for years and years and suddenly they are there for all to see. Perhaps memories are like this as well… (as well as answers to questions)
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Thanks Margaret 🙂
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Very lovely.
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Thanks Sherry 🙂
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Beautiful words and thoughts Neeraj and I agree with Rosemary, probably best to stop looking for reasons, lest you become lost, a single grain in that desert of sand.
Anna :o]
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Thanks Anna 🙂
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I love how beautifully you blended in that phrase into this gem of a poem!😊 We strive our entire lives to keep the flame alive.. and burning well 💜
Thank you for this poem.. I am truly honored!
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Thanks Sanaa 🙂
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For me, when I “assume,” I am always wrong? Sometimes, for reasons unknown, the flame just goes out. Start a new fire, and make it a bon fire!!
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Thanks Annell 🙂
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Sometimes it feels right to ask questions and ponder the answers, but, as others have said, it can turn us back around sometimes.I like your last lines
” just then, a twinge reminds me of something broken and I try (hard), hoping to discern the words – unspoken.” Perhaps that twinge will set this person free,,
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Thanks L C 🙂
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The undone and unspoken can leave an emptiness. Beautifully spoken Neeraj!
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Thanks Carrie 🙂
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I can see them, those words reaching out, looking for their sentences, wanting to become what they are meant to be, not quite finding their voice. There is such sadness in their eyes, their hands almost limp… almost touching the speaker… almost…
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Thanks Magaly 🙂
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i’ve been there. wondering why, what happened, what i did wrong… thus write pulled at me, thank you.
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Thanks Erbiage 🙂
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Like the line you picked… works very well.
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Thanks Rajani 🙂
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