Hadi Atallah

A world so gray

The word ‘enigmatic’

A powerful ray

Then a glaring sun

Bunched shadows potent

On white walls and guns

Not so far away

But distant…fatal

Like Love? 

…Then Love. Love. Love.

Slip a knife into the edge of a shell

It captures a light this greatest pearl

Why is it smashed against that doctor’s gate?

Our eyes roll up and bodies rigid

We invested a thoughtful look in his eyes

The news came to the doctor

He wondered whether he had baptized

The foaming waves of stone and plaster

Pangs of hunger tandem to lusts – everyone

My words may be a muse for evil throbs

And me – myself – standing and kneeling

Before a pit, which I call an altar

…Is this civilized living?

Listening to the distant calls, 

And sauntering by the sea

The water evokes sounds, 

Only the heart can perceive

Will morphs into a prism, 

The colors it comes to recognize

It shakes hands with Wisdom, 

And thoughts soon materialize

A poet’s dream is a forbidden planet, 

Where pens do the killing,

And Love steps in as soon, 

As the walking dead curse the living…

…Is the poison finally receding?

Danger and discomfort 

Like the love agony of cats

Struggles freeze 

With terror for moments

And harmony was silent 

And pain was command

…Moans in the darkness like the moon among the clouds.