Passive
I rode the night on its tail.
The hooks
on the shirt of my bravery
coming loose.
I remembered the orbit of
your arms
that wanted to hoard my
ornate
inconspicuousness from ever
meeting
a sky-farer with wings of
paper
but of a brazen heart he
carried
on his sleeve, his mouth like
the wind
in summers that made no oaths
but knew many amusing tales
of musical
birds. You kept my mind from
peeling
away like skins of immature
lychees,
never coming off evenly. You
built
homes where I wanted clouds.
Since you knew best about
preservation,
I stayed in your jar and
called it sky.
Sheikha A. is from Pakistan
and U.A.E. and often finds herself in a world of oscillation that most of the
times motivates her writing too. She maintains a (or tries to) blog on sheikha82.wordpress.com.
I liked the metaphors you have used :) I look forward to reading more from you.
ReplyDeletethank you for reading =)
DeleteWOW. These lines 'Since you knew best about preservation,
ReplyDeleteI stayed in your jar and called it sky' clinch the poem!
Well expressed :)
thank you for reading and appreciating =)
DeleteSheikha, I so loved this poem. That middle section where you write,
ReplyDelete"but of a brazen heart he carried on his sleeve, his mouth like the wind in summers that made no oaths" is so sound and poetically rich. Thank you for sharing this beauty and continued blessings!
-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
thank you for reading, Maurice! much appreciated =)
DeleteQuite lovely and original indeed.
ReplyDeletethank you, Catherine!
DeleteSheikha,
ReplyDeleteA beautiful nature poem. Thaks for sharing.
~Davidf
and thank you for reading, David!
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