Tag: Poems

A different joy

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Sparrows are bells strung
In the unending celebration
Hidden in the wind.

And the wind recites
A thousand pages,
Of a thousand olive trees.

And the olive trees
Drink the sweat
Of my father.

And he holds me.
In his arms still…
As the arms of Palestine.

-Abid

So I wrote this very briefly and didnt think to revise it. It was a result of happiness and relief I felt so briefly in this valley of our struggling reality. Its free as verse gets, and I really like it, Id like to think of it as an entire moment of confession and submission to the honesty of joy.  But you may think what kind of joy is this, this joy is hope. So, I hope you enjoy it 🙂

This is a picture of hope I took on the wall in the  West Bank.Image

Story of a Storm- Day 10

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A stranger has left my town

Leaving the skies tired and gray,

And pine bristles to softly sound

As the wind chased him away.

He left for us a chill that settled

Hushing all that wake to song,

And an emptiness that meddled

In the human breath for long.

Even so outside I took

A little afterward walk.

Beside the keeping brook

I listened to a little talk.

Where I’m sure I listened to

A story silence covered…

A gentle truth that few knew

In this stream of his lingered.

Day 8

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When a day was just like so
And made still of stubborn crow,
I had thoughts I couldnt lose,
So they say of summer blues.

I then set out to find a friend
Out where our pastures end
And I found him where he stayed
Neath the oak that even’n swayed.

Where our younger days would walk
There wed have time taken talk,
There our thoughts met our dreams,
There they fell, lost by no means.

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Day 7

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Shall birds sing away the mornings?

Will the trees converse…the days?

Can the carols of oh so few

Crickets sooth the nightly disdains?

 

Tell me not this band’s old musing,

For what good did it do…they,

Who listened lifetimes over, and

Left bodies to take the place of clay.