Cacophony

by nouriguess   Mar 5, 2013


In February,
there is tenderness in the air.
I walk through shrubs and kiosks,
escorted by nobody, feeling nothing
more than the frost clinging to my feet.

Between us, there were nights
where no light was seen but the shimmer
traveling across the mountains from afar,
where our hearts morphed into sad poetry,
where poetry morphed into something
more ephemeral, into moments, into
painting our names with smoke,
into mornings pressed with daffodills.

Against a midnight page, I saw
you once scratching the moon, writing a name.
I saw you rummaging the wind
for more fragrance, biting a daisy, rolling
in scents, evaporating impatiently
before my eyes.

In February,
you're still there
sitting calmly between
dreams and poetry.
There is a bird losing himself in a twilight,
did you silently rinse me off your soul?

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  • 11 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Absolutely Splendid, Congratulations Noura!!!

  • 11 years ago

    by Meme

    The title caught my eye to be honest, I loved it. It just allowed my imagination to sail beyond words even before starting to read the poem itself.
    You amaze me on how you write your pieces; I always thought you were like a Maestro of words. You wave your pen and words come dancing with emotions and you always add a new flavor to your pieces with the use of months; this time it's February.
    I loved how you started this piece with a picture of loneness at its best description; and having no one there to accompany you but the clinging frost. And I loved the images of poetry in the second verse; you gave it a new flavor and an additional depth of emotions. And the last two verses were my favorite part in this poem. Something about scratching the moon and biting the daisy just captured a scene in my head.. But then you ended it so gracefully. Well done.

  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    [Weekly Contest Comment: 3/11/13]

    This poet's style of writing seems to romantize words, and doesn't just give me as a reader something to look at but something to dream about. The very essence of sadness here takes me away.

    "There is a bird losing himself in a twilight,
    did you silently rinse me off your soul?"
    - A few things I would like to comment on here. I like the very vivid image of the bird losing himself, not being able to go home, it gives off a feeling of hopelessness and innocence. It also makes me want to fight for this bird to be found. Good and simple metaphor that made for a strong ending....and I love how it tied in with the question the poet asks next. That makes me ponder neglect. I get the feeling of reminiscence through this poem's aura but also that this character has been overlooked, maybe traded for something better, and that feeling of numbness and the softness of their heart is so tangible. This truly to me is poetry that reaches the reader, especially when the poet writes with an elegance that doesn't give away all these clues as to what exactly happened or how this relationship became this way...

    Lastly, I'd like to applaud the poet on the title! I don't think I've used this word in poetry before but in our English class we had to find the etymology of it. The definition is a harsh or discordant sound which brings out the atmosphere of the poem to me even more, because while the poet talks about a tenderness in the air, it is not a sweet or pleasant one. There is something deeper at hand. It's a very complex sounding word and has history to it when spoken aloud. Beautifully written!

  • 11 years ago

    by average thoughts

    No one can write like you.

  • 11 years ago

    by Hellon

    This is so wistful so very beautiful...each and every lines blends and meshes so well with the other....months seems to have such significant to you..I remember April did and the reason why. Living in the southern hemesphere where it's still very hot in February I had to pull back on my life in UK where it's still snowing now in March....you seem to be able to take tragedy and make it even deeper...if that makes sense...you can take the readers heart and hold it in your hand....when you feel like it.

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