Poetry – Page 17 – ahorsealone

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January 28, 2012July 31, 2013 ahorsealone7 Comments

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 Mother

January 13, 2012January 13, 2012 ahorsealone2 Comments

You have passed our land
In unending pilgrimage,
Yet you have never shown
Her the same face.

She has thought of Us
When We had not of her
As a widow that sings
To her unborn child.

And her restless faith is,
Though parfum of the heart,
Rising after rains that tell
Her you are the same stranger.

Suppose

November 29, 2011December 17, 2011 ahorsealone2 Comments

Were a bush to bear a rose,
And only one, suppose
Which one of us would know
To whom a rose he did bestow?

It is a little something out of the ordinary from what I usually write, but I felt that hopefully you would enjoy it.

With Peace,

Abid

Our Inheritance

November 14, 2011November 14, 2011 ahorsealone

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!

Speaking With

October 22, 2011October 22, 2011 ahorsealone2 Comments

There is

“Not enough fire to burn every letter”

“i wrote for you,”

“Not enough air to feed this garden”

“of our ashes.”

There is

“A lutist still in thoughts”

“you allowed me to,”

“His quivering song that settled”

“your eye and mine.”

The embers will not die until

They steal winds from each mountain,

As they refuse rest and long to fill

Their valley with all the wind’s of heaven!

Palestine’s Child

October 3, 2011October 3, 2011 ahorsealone2 Comments

I heard a song as faint as
The tide’s prayer,
’twas the voice of mountains
Where my soul was born.

“It is where my child waits,
Drinking the aniseed tears
Of Ishtar’s womb,
I want him to wait more.”

Buried within her eyes
Was the same ode to the gone…
So I learn in my reflections
That break, abandoned, by her shore.

Steps to See Palestine

September 21, 2011September 21, 2011 ahorsealone

Our earth awakes to a call.
From within itself a voice
Speaks lightly the amber truth.

She pulls across her body
The sunlight shawl of morning,
Across amber fields of wheat
She lifts the dew of dreams.

Two golden seas mix, this instance,
And truths blend,indifferent;
For what is taken… is lifted.

Let the leaves of the olive tree,
Soon heavy with dreamlessness,
Let me hear this silence be
This prayer she listens to.

With the Adhan comes our past,
Wind that makes groves chatter,
And her prayers unheard