Monday, 14 July 2025

In the House of Forgotten Fates

 

The wind paused without warning. 
 A glass fell, unshattered. 
 She glanced, 
 and room was no longer hers. 
 Clouds folded into themselves. 
 Voices stopped mid-sentence. 
 What was certain dissolved. 
 A bird flew backward, 
 nothing broke, yet nothing held. 
 A quiet turn, 
 and all was different. 




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #227. Thank you for your kind comments and visits. 


36 comments:

  1. You captured the quiet turn so well in this quadrille, Sanaa, especially in the lines:
    ‘Clouds folded into themselves.
    Voices stopped mid-sentence.
    What was certain dissolved.’

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  2. Sanaa, you make me wonder what actual event happened that you recalled in order to write this poem. It's excellent! (p.s. this is Lisa)

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  3. I find the notness of the poem disquieting. And awe-inspiring.

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  4. A very creative write, Sanaa. What an interesting paradigm shift!

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  5. Love the pivot to the quiet turn and all was different.

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    1. I am so glad you liked it, Grace! 🩷🩷

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  6. a quiet turn indeed.....your writing has mystery in it today!

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  7. Creative response to this prompt. Great poem.

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  8. I love your poetyry Sanaa. It always surprises me ☺️❤️

    A bird flew backward,
    nothing broke, yet nothing held.

    Beautiful ❤️

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  9. The image of a bird flying backwards is intriguing.

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  10. This feels like a hush before a storm, Sanaa—so vivid and unsettling. That quiet turn at the end completely reorients everything that came before.

    Much love,
    David
    SkepticsKaddish.com

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  11. "What was certain dissolved.
    A bird flew backward,
    nothing broke, yet nothing held.
    A quiet turn,
    and all was different. "

    I really like this, Sanaa. So different--a surreal feel, sort of unsettling.

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  12. You perfectly exemplify the concept of "the turn" Sanaa...

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  13. Well I think the absurd form is always one worth pursuing, and found in theatre and painting - and literature, so I like very much what you have done here.

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  14. The surreal may be all we need to reveal reality.

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  15. You caught a moment, the moment, of turn perfectly folded like birds' wings. Did you know hummingbirds are the only bird species able to fly backward?

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  16. The ordinary matter of fact way of telling gives the poem a good quiet creepiness. "What was certain dissolved".

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  17. Hi there! I am ready for "take two" ~ wondering what might have caused the quiet. A thought-provoking poem, Sanaa.

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