Hand-written Lines

Hand-written Lines                by Sami Khalil

A modern English sonnet…

 

We grew in silence and by words of mouth

Poised potently with ravenous hunger

To eternally bind due north and south

Casting our cares in dismays asunder.

 

In that instance, we conjured wispy ghosts

Who raged fearless in our haunted house

No courses to follow, no drawn signposts

Lies lay scattered, somethings bound to espouse.

 

Until the glittering sun awakened

And the rising fog found solace and health

Chasing the wickedest hunt, while chastened

With a foreboding sense, tip-toeing death.

 

You wandered into my life wondering

That which echoes, are lonely minds pondering.

Reviews

[Pete]

hard to feel lonely with all you've brought into focus in this piece. "lonely minds pondering" can be dangerous things sort of like playing with matches. you confront with inner deepness. thank you for the quick tour of the inner sanctums ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

So true and well said dear poet and friend. I like the depiction of inner sanctum. Can be a good title for a poem. This one describes a specific kind of relationship or marriage. Thank you kindly sir Pete for coming out in the heat to review. Lots of places are burning.

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is quite powerful and evocative, with the use of imagery and metaphor creating a sense of mystery and intrigue. The themes of love, loss, and mortality are explored in a haunting and poetic way, with the reader drawn into the speaker's inner world and emotions. The final lines of the poem are particularly striking, with the speaker expressing a sense of loneliness and longing for connection. Overall, your writing is a beautiful and thought-provoking exploration of the human heart and the complexities of human relationships. Well done!

[Sami Khalil]

OMG! Million thank yous dear poet and friend for this graceful and grateful review.
May your kindness runneth over.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear Sami Kahlil,
Story told, prose, I find beguilerly the haunting,
till dawn the chaste of horror,
no guide, no lesson to follow,
more to tell, but won't say,
loved it! Enjoyed it very much, to quiver and tears,
of a great writ,
-----1809 Black Plague December

[Sami Khalil]

Javajavaya! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this wonderful review. Glad you like it.

[1809 Black Plague December]

most welcome, Dear, :)

[Sami Khalil]

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[Pax]

Hand-written Lines

I am drawn to the title.. It's like I am questioning myself to why I stop writing hand written poems or stories or to simply say my handwriting is too ugly to be read and understand. Aside from that autocorrect helps me a lot, big smiles. Anyway I'm getting far away from the poem..

We grew in silence and by words of mouth, Poised potently with ravenous hunger

I say thiz from time to time to myself, we are fortunate enough to be able to write or pen our odly hungers, sorrows and even our loneliness into words of beauty. Some do not have outlets and some resultz into untimely demise. We let them know that all is well and they're not so alone in the world..

Amazing as always my good brother...

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! I love your take on this poem. You are so right. I always knew you have lots of wisdom and experiences. We all take for granted the power of the written words, written lines; the source where they come from. Even God communicates through the words of mouth and the written words. From papyrus, paper, printing press invention and to the modern computers, phones, we type in and preserve our thoughts, knowledge, interactions and so forth.
Thank you kindly brother Pax for all. Keep the power on.

[Pax]

This is why I am glad I found this site, I have learned many things I did not realize myself. Having a great brother like you here, we understand each other and in your wisdom I learned as well.. We are all good brother, more power to us all.. Welcome!!!

[Sami Khalil]

So true and well said. More power to us. Good title to a poem you can write if you like.
Thank you kindly

[duff]

You are extremely creative. Grinning and inspired.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! I'm pleased you like it Duff and thankful for the encouragement. All rich blessings might come your way.

[emmajoygreen]

Always like to set a particular phrase... quote, but Sami, start to finish you have laid each every line in a special and precious way I thi-i-ink her youve' show two people reaching out,wanting more than words can or perhaps, should say. Might be wrong, but I know what IS right that yet again you've shared your special gift. Thank you. )Just read again, third time, your penultimate line might .. only might be my quote")

[Sami Khalil]

Howdy do! So true and well said. Connections are varied and precious; they leave indelible marks on us. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us.

[emmajoygreen]

Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

Welcome muchly!

[emmajoygreen]

'Muchly' goes back a while, doesn't it!

[Sami Khalil]

Yes indeed. Very much so.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love a sonnet. They always demand to be read aloud.
I love the title. It set the stage for your creation.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! I love them too. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us. You are appreciated.

[Lisasview]

PS..I also really like the Title

[Sami Khalil]

PS ..Gracie millee.....

[Lisasview]

Good morning Sami,
I really enjoyed this. One can see so many interesting thoughts here...
In that instance, we conjured wispy ghosts
Who raged fearless in our haunted house
No courses to follow, no drawn signposts
Lies lay scattered, somethings bound to espouse.
Your use of metaphors is great...I love metaphors because it forces the reader to really see... and that is always good.
Lisa, still in Spain

[Sami Khalil]

Howdy do Lisa in Spain, and hopefully free of pain. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences. You are always generous.

[Lisasview]

I always believe in saying what I feel...

[Sami Khalil]

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[Archishman Rick]

My thoughts are highly provoked by these "Hand-written Lines". I seem to interpret this as younglings growing up with a lack of proper guidance or direction, who perhaps were together as orphans, who were left to developing their views only from the words of mouth of emotionally distant elders. Hungry to grow and make sense out of things, they imbibed whatever scattered knowledge they could gather and adopt ed the lies as well. Later fortune smiles on their perseverance in the hunt and they obtain clarity. The poem could also be highlighting the journey of two souls realizing love through similar struggles.

[Sami Khalil]

Interpretation belongs to the reader. Both are correct and right on the money. I love your take on it. I can tell how astute you are like other poets. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences.

[Archishman Rick]

My pleasure, you're most welcome 😊

[Sami Khalil]

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