The eye’s blossom in midday’s shade,
Is open to droplets of rain
That spread into the infant petal…
Heavens milk in beauty’s kettle.
In quiet repose, forgotten shade
Beneath the pomegranate’s blade,
She fans the dancing, longing, wind
As though to hold faith her friend.
A winter wind arrived too soon,
Spilling spirits of a memory forth.
An embittered song of the North
Soaked my will with her tune.
She howled and cried and covered
The gorgeous Autumn colors,
And beat upon my wooden door,
And scratched upon my rusted shutters.
She tucked me in as a mother
Would lay her child to rest…
As night and day tottered together
Drunk near death in winters nest.
Sparrows scattered, like seeds tossed
From my grandmothers gentle hands,
As her years and memories lost,
So loosely in this broken land.
At the eve of a quiet day,
When the village left to pray,
The day would fall in tired talk,
And Id amongst these sparrows walk.
Your hands of many prayers past,
Fall with a heaviness in my chest…
It is what keeps me when to fall
Seems most human of it all.
When you visit this laden sill
Carved within me, and without me still,
To curl the curtains upon your finger
And there be a willful singer…
I hope to tell you “I needn’t know
From where you came or even how.”
For lighter is that threshold when
That is the chance you are given.
It is enough that you may
Have your good and have your say
To the man that cant demand it
And whose to say… understand it.
Our inheritance, an emptiness
In our hands that thinks her sweet oil
Squeezed by a seasons forthcomingness.
The seasons themselves… the thought that all
Of them are her leaves will leave us better
Fools, squeezing in drier fields till naked
We could see her. And, then, do we take her?
Do we try again, as unintended?
Oh that the ground, laden with leaves after
our stay, can breath prayer over laughter!
A beautiful Olive on our land in Palestine.
A beautiful Olive on our land in Palestine.
That seems like a title fitting enough, though it belonged to the default post. This is were I will be posting my poetry for your enjoyment and etc… I hope that I’ll be able to start some sort of dialogue here with you.I have been writing for some time and recently have started to put my energies into writing for Palestine. As a Palestinian displaced, I want to go back, maybe my words will find a way back for me, and maybe you as my dear audience, whoever you may be, can come along.
So I say again to you, Hello World.
ahorsealone 
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