Memory Lane

When no one but the passing time is listening,
I occasionally shout out the words of longing.
When the confused sky is my only witness,
I wander down the path of hazy memories –
that’s where we bump into each other
and linger in something
that was too hopeless to last –
yet too rare to ever fully disappear.

© Noora (2016)

Perfectly Still

The day refuses to die
evening birds
quietly comfort
the wordless sky

Bittersweet concerto
inspires me to write
my own
but some poems
are better left
unwritten

The day
refuses to die
raindrops lie
on sleepy flowers
perfectly still
like sorrow
almost forgotten

© Noora (2015)

Utopia

Skin on skin
Yet not close enough
Breathing you in
Desperately
Until you
Vanish
Like mist
On forgotten valleys
Where birds
Preach about
What-ifs and used-to-bes
Where the crescent moon
Reminds me of
How your hands
Loved me
Before dawn
Where a ghost choir
Serenades
Overplayed love songs
Where loneliness
Embraces me
Poetically

© Noora (07/2015)

Note: I never meant to be away this long, but life has a way of changing directions suddenly. 🙂 Please, be patient with me as I catch up on your recent posts – a blog at a time. I’m trying my best to focus on reading/commenting your work more regularly again. It’s great to be back. I’ve missed you!! Love and inspiration. Always. – Noora

Too Early

Like impatient swans
In early spring
When the snow was still
Unwilling to melt
You flew into my world

Just a little too early

While my eyes were still
Desperately staring
At the horizon
Of my fading dreams

Like a serendipitous light
In midwinter
When the sun was still
Struggling to shine
You invited me to surrender

Just a little too early

While I was still
Learning
To fly
Again

But I do remember
The possibility
Of a new journey
When the swans
Arrive again
Just a little too early

To survive…

© Noora (03/2015)

Afterglow

In celebration of my blog’s 3rd anniversary, I decided to re-blog my most viewed poem, which happens to be Afterglow. To comment or “like” the poem – please click on “view original”, thank you! Inspiration, love & good madness. – Noora

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 Alone
In the afterglow
Lying here
In our memories

Reminiscing
How it felt to be
An inspiration
For your
Creative fingertips

How I melted
Like soft clay
In the hands
Of a dedicated sculptor
As you made me
Your secret masterpiece

And yours alone
I still am
In the afterglow
Of our love

Reminiscing
How it felt
To unfold you
With my love
One layer at a time

How my hopeful lips
Stole your breath
And made it ours
In the kiss
Of truths
And expectations

And still tonight
I breathe our love
When I escape to the place
Where yesterday’s spark
Still flames
Where unwritten poems
Sensuously moan
Where you stay
With me

Unforgettable
In the afterglow

© Noora

Image source/art work: © Leonid Afremov.

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Rebirth

Hope you all have an inspiring week, filled with love, laughter and good madness!

Roots IntertwinedMaybe we were trees
In our former life

Side by side
Roots deeply tangled
Branches barely touching
And when the Moon
Performed its sonata
Our leaves sang
The same melody

Lovers
Dreamers
Runaways
Found a safe haven
From our shelter

Seasons changed
People changed
Yet we were always
Growing together
In love and beauty
Side by side

Perhaps then
We decided that
We would be poets
In this life
Growing together
In love and beauty

Although
Seasons have changed
People have changed
And even we are no longer the same

Our roots still lie
Firmly
In a fertile soil

© Noora (2014)

Image source: Pinterest/several random websites. I wish I knew who took this picture. I hope they don’t mind me using it.

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Rebirth

Roots IntertwinedMaybe we were trees
in our former life

side by side
roots deeply tangled
branches barely touching
and when the Moon
performed its sonata
our leaves sang
the same melody

Lovers
dreamers
runaways
found a safe haven
from our shelter

Seasons changed
people changed
yet we were always
growing together
in love and beauty
side by side

Perhaps then
we decided that
we would be poets
in this life
growing together
in love and beauty

Although
seasons have changed
people have changed
and even we are no longer the same

Our roots still lie
Firmly
In fertile soil

© Noora (2014)

Image source: Pinterest/several random websites. I wish I knew who took this picture. I hope they don’t mind me using it.