Slices of Sky

Poetry | Literature | Film | Style

[mavisylvania-deactivated2025022]

Because my love for you is higher than words, I have decided to fall silent. — Nizar Tawfiq Qabbani

Franz Kafka, letters to Milena (April 1920)

— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

I will leave you restless too, I will leave in silence too. — Ameer Qazalbash

[artandchocolate]

Mahmoud Darwish - “Memory for Forgetfulness” 

[ab-initioo]

- benedict smith, i wish i wrote the way i thought

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

رميت كل قواميس في النار وسميت لغتي.

I threw all of my dictionaries in the fire and named you my language.

[empospective]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

[eden-blake]

“Tell me where the swans go in the winter

I need to know if the mute ones can sing.

Tell me why stars fall from the sky

I need to know if it is luck they bring.

Tell me why feathers land near you

I need to know if you've injured your wing.

Now, tell me where you end, my angel

For I no longer know where I begin.”

― Kamand Kojouri

[firstfullmoon]

Traci Brimhall, from “Contender,” in Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod [ID in alt text]

[goneahead]

Fall. between the orange- tipped wings of dawn, you sip your cup of coffee, and I sip mine, sweetened by your glance. The fog continues to rise off the lake.

[archaic-stranger]

the arabic students

elegant calligraphy spilling across a page

learning to write in the naskh style

examining the language of the Quran, admiring the harmony of each phrase

brightly colored tiles, mosaics that fascinate the eye

pages of new vocabulary scattered around your room

reading myths of jinn and ghuls

conjugating verbs, carefully assembling root consonants with the proper vowel pattern 

recognizing arabic loan words in other languages

heavy textbooks with highlighter marks on every page

the taste of dates and spiced coffee 

knafeh with pistachios that melts on your tongue

copying a phrase dozens of times until each curve is perfect

centuries-old scientific treatises, discussions of principles that are still applicable today

the delicate notes of a lute

repeating noun declensions under your breath

taking a stack of flashcards everywhere you go

a love for the sounds of a new language

ghazal love poems with words you can feel deep in your chest

searching for arabic translations of your favorite books

studying the influence of ancient Arab scholars on modern science and philosophy

[eden-blake]

[eden-blake]

“È una voce dentro che mi sta portando dove nasce il sole” — Grande Amore, Il Volo

[yoey-writes]

Anyone ever just want to move to Sorrento, Italy; work in that one quiet vintage bookshop on the bustling street, in your own little world inside a little book while the world keeps turning outside? maybe a nice cup of coffee, too?

[illbeyouranchor-deactivated2024]

They met in a flash

The spark of potential energy between them like a freight train in the night

The electricity drawing them close to one another

Will they reach their destination in one piece?

Their hearts both beating with the taste of adventure

Or will the speed of their attraction send then right off the tracks?

Leaving their shattered souls to search for broken pieces in the dark

Only one way to find out…

[soulwr1ter]

Believe, my dear, in the words that smile within the flowerbed of your soul and watch as they light the wings of hope to fly in that precious sky of dreams awakening your heart to rise dawning love on the beautiful horizon of life. -J.Wool,Dawning Love, Soul Whispers

[eden-blake]

[eden-blake]

Sogni d’oro

Champagne silk skirts, beige espadrilles, cobbled streets, pastel homes, sunset over Capri, butterfly kisses, late night gelato, sitting on the steps of the church in the piazza, people watching, quiet conversations on the rooftop while stargazing, the sound of a Vespa going down the street, the old woman neighbor complaining about adolescents, laughter resonating against the walls of a narrow side street, silk head scarves, gold hoop earrings, soft flowing hair, wooden doors, cold tiled floors, buying bread in the mornings, having coffee alone while watching the sun rise, looking up at the spires of the church as the sun sets, soft music playing in the background as the piazza comes alive, buildings showered in golden light, riding down the road in a convertible through the Tuscan countryside, eating apples under a tree, truffle hunting in the forest, fog clinging to the hills, hiding from the rain in an old bakery, Christmas carols in the town square, mulled wine against cold fingers, energetic greetings from old friends, cashmere sweaters, snow capped mountains, holiday shopping, sipping wine by a calm lake, fresh linen sheets, ocean breeze…