poem
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In her voice He uncovered an ember And she moved about He knew that his knife was still in her hands, and the distant roosters began to crow. The wind changed its direction and the waves ruffled about. The light of a little candle a wonderful way to keep track of an intimate moment. For…
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Opening a bottle of wine She felt something terribly Something undiagnosed She won his heart By which she meant that On a small income He had been able To learn how to love her And make love to her in bed …Their hearts have become long and graceful canoes with carvings of life. With shadows…
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Are we afraid of plans? And having made one…could we ever destroy it? Our minds probe the danger before it appears. But this is done. Spirit and Blood may take us to an inevitable apocalypse. This bridging of unveiling whispered among the neighbors centuries ago. And with covered noses and through the dark we examine…
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“I didn’t know,” I said, my friends thought I might be inside a burning house.But drawing into the shadow of that house in flames,Watching the sparks fly,Saved me from procrastination. I nodded solemnly,Raising a quiet saluteTo the lives of my friends and family. “Live and love,” declared the highest of orders.“Commune and understand, and whisper,…
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Standing in the door Trapped As her people were trapped With anxiety And fear She settled in her chair Snorting small ones And as the slaughter went on She looked at her watch The chorus of poets broke in Gibran the heroine And I the cocaine. Her feet Creeping to us in warning Toe nails…
Hadi Atallah 