Wise man sits on the top of a tower
Saying tears turn to pearls
Mine came crashing at my feet
And now I’m bleeding
Evil and good
Wrestled tonight on my threshold
I locked the door
Sank under the quilts and pretended
I was deaf
Politicians and Presidents
Movies and celebrities
Jewels and glitter
I just squeeze myself between the cracks
Hanging photos on dusty walls
A girl who wore pink dreams
Torn at the edges
Last seen
Two years ago
I tiptoe so I wouldn’t’ disturb
Extremes fighting within me
On my way to the candy shop
Just around the corner
Of yesterday
At the end
I am only a sack of
Twisted nerves
Wow extremely great poem.
ReplyDeleteit was the third stanza that got me...hanging the pictures of the missing girl...
ReplyDeleteI love this piece.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!
Oh I so get the twisted nerves bit...my nerves are a little unhinged at the moment. I was able to relate to this poem Maha. Wonderfully written as always.
ReplyDeleteI had to go back and read that one again...
ReplyDeleteugh. it hurt, but in a good way.
you have a wonderful way with writing
I agree with Brian "hanging the picture of the missing girl."
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece.
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
This is third time today I am left with words adequate to express myself to you, Maha.
ReplyDeleteOne above here wrote "Brilliant"...I'll stay with that, anything more from me would detract from that brilliance!
Steve E
I've been gone too long. I missed your amazing words and you've changed your blog look. This was a wonderful piece. You use the most unusual words to paint pictures with. Weaving them in and out so intricately. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletefreaking brilliant!
ReplyDeletei think i did get most of the tryst but i would liek to know your angle of it.
and ofcourse what inspired it.
and btw
hey :)
oh my - this missing girl..cracked my heart...deep write as always maha - you can for sure create an atmosphere with your words
ReplyDelete"Saying tears turn to pearls" they do, Maha! They really do!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. Powerful and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love this.
ReplyDeletexo
It's amazing to think about what you wrote when I first saw this blog, and what you write now. Seems like everything's changed in life, you know?
ReplyDeleteReading once more, and "...I locked the door
ReplyDeleteSank under the quilts and pretended
I was deaf..."
I used to do this--they called it 'isolating' in my case!
BTW in my comment (wayyyy above here)
It should say "...withOUT words..."
PEACE!
!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYes- you know what I mean...
I'm not a huge blog poetry fan, but I quite like this.
ReplyDeleteOh finally, a blogger poet from Egypt!
ReplyDeleteThis is a masterpiece. I pretty much love it!