The love was a raven

In the concept
He structured
a horizon
And he browsed
In it
raiment
of the words

in the time
he wished
if shimmy
of the night
with out
buttons

in the dimensions
he stopped
in the length
and
in the breadth
and
he dropped
his one charcoal
among lines of light

in the colors
he was late
two seconds
from circle
of blue
and he regained
his coffee
till whiteness
of the things
back to him

every day
he dangles
from the roof
of his noon
and he thinks
like star
but
in black visions

written and translated from Arabic
by
Mohiee Ad’den Alja’biriee

Before the storm, wind whispering through the trees, waves crashing over the seas.

Bluest eyes, darkest skies
even those that hypnotize

Thundering skies, souls colliding
all at once find their meaning

Souls once searching now are gleaming, giving way to of what they are dreaming.

Lightning crashing, rain falling
their souls find what they are needing.

Written by me on 4/29/09

Ode To The Unawakened Lake

I

O unawakened lake, thou mother of the unbounded silence,
Thou the untouched precious of moments’ revealing prophecy,
O the deepest black, the dullest pale, thy embrace for sky’s restless pestilence

Of scattered rage, by such unspoken virgin decency, blesses it
With a silent striking image of dead leaves,
That calm and cold upon thine bounteous breast sit.

Thou on whose dead unmelodious stream,
Moonlight spreads her silver skirt of cold dust
To join the wind’s dusk dyed ballet upon the death of deep dreams,

Merge with me in thy bereft rhyme upon this fairy bed,
Sing me the silent song of thy solemn spirit,
Thou, who stole the charm of early dews on the rose buds, shed.

II

Feverish words of wandering eyes, restless but quiet flee,
Each like quivering beams on thy glimmering glance
And leaving all behind a blind man’s waning plea.

O lake, tell me the tale of beholders now that I
Leave this bed of earth to thy kindness and mist’s embrace;
Tell of hearts that darken twilights, dirge of memories that sigh

On a December day, as I sail me away
Through this path of dispersed lights with the faint descriers
That beseech behind unproved tears for bright rays,

Or even for horror of eerie deceits of moments’
Untamed commotion that arises beyond doubtful intentions’ reason;
O apostle of tender remedies, living preserver, still sincere, thou who lament,

Dispirited souls of wintry birth,
Shalt thou hear the spring’s youthful lust hailing havoc for her offspring?
O if the unborn queen of autumn casts cold blows in summer’s hearth,

Shalt thou suffer to believe whispers of the bell?
Hear that autumn comes with a cosmos of star lit prays for veiling clouds
Of anomalous hues, to sing thee destiny, at the end of a rope doth dwell.

III

O lake, waken, Let this be my hour afore the night falls,
Afore the leprous moon finds thy virgin
Sanctum asylum, the souls’ unawakening sepulcher of wintry halls.

Let the elves’ eyes be the eternal lament,
The cry belated
Of drained scars that toll for drenched wounds’ entombed cerement.

The mortals be mortal; spring feasts a birth, blinds
All ‘nd awakens some; Fearless, unleashed and outlawed
Winter fares thee well; O unawakening lake, shall I be anguished if spring falls behind?

humbled by the mountains bare

forever blue, forever there

forever before and after you

wherever cheifs stand cast in stone

from angles many viewed alone

of ancient past youve never known

still shadows reach and touch the bones

and turns you back to look once more

the jagged mountains darkened wall

the gravity here has kept you small

what brought you back to bear it all

and wallow in the games of hate

and swallow things that men cant say

keep love alive for just few days

some love that once was in a haze

is clear and free today.

Your Eyes

Your eyes are so cynical as they stare at me,
fire blazing deep within just wanting to be free.
Your soul is dead,
your heart is lost,
I can feel your pain.
It’s radiating off of you like a blazing flame.
So hot, yet so alone
you have no one to love.
You speak so little and care so much,
so why can you not see…
That someone wants to help you,
but still nobody dares.
To try to love or try to save,
this somebody like me.

A quiescence mind I could not find
for several nights last week.
Not for noise or lack of quiet
nor from the cold or heat.

It was replaced by something else,
something seem to take control.
Relentlessly invading my thoughts
then eating right through my soul.

Is there something missing for a reason
I’m not really sure. I ask my doctor, Please
if he could find some kind of cure.
My mind, at times, it’s not so clear.
I make the same mistakes. So tell me
doctor, is there something I can do
or I can take?

I’m wide awake exhausted. My thoughts
refuse to go, my eyes they will not close.
Please tell me doctor what is wrong, cause
you’re suppose to know.

As you sleep
and you turn around
wrap your
tiny arms around
my neck
your tiny breath
on my cheek
I look up at the
stars
I made for you
on the roof
hoping they will
protect you
and I
thank God for coming
to me
in every bit of you.

its here i started to write poetry…..and now i have a small collection.
i want to thank poewar.com for the inspiration.
to read my full collection : http://www.poemhunter.com/reshma-ramesh/
thanks for everything
reshma

Don’t worry about rhyming, sometimes you will, sometimes you won’t. Just keep writing, and watch what happens.

kenny
badwolfboy