Nothing is lost to me

Nothing is lost to me
by Azadeh Azad
14-Oct-2011
 

In my suitcase of diaspora I keep
An isolated sunset, murdered crows
A patch of grey sky that
cracks and falls
The patient stone of reminiscence
that turns into a hollow medicine
A dervish trading poetry for food
The glaring gaze of Medusa within
the wistful shadow of our cherry tree
A rain of cascading damaged eyes
Clandestine flora changing into faun
The faun running to the land of the
Dead, glowing bones in the dark,
glowing bones in the dark night
of the soul, the fading of an
imagined rainbow.


I take the scruffy suitcase to the beach
Sit on its corner, listen to the waves
that cut the shore to the song of seagulls.
Sand in my feet, wind in my hair, the ghost of
Now breaks free from the darkness of the
damned box.


A light seeps out of me.
A light seeps out of me, wind and water
erode the suitcase over time, break it
into white sand. Nothing is lost to me.
nothing is lost.


© Azadeh Azad, 2011

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Azadeh Azad

Thank you, all

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Orang Gholikhani

Nice

by Orang Gholikhani on

Thanks Azadeh jan

Ghorbanat

Orang


Rastin

Thanks

by Rastin on

I like it too, also the picture!

 

Parsis Victor


Monda

tearfully

by Monda on

specifically at this point: 

A light seeps out of me.

A light seeps out of me, wind and water

erode the suitcase over time, break it

into white sand. Nothing is lost to me.

nothing is lost.

 So enjoyed the sense of resillience in your work. Thanks Azadeh jaan. 

 


Raoul1955

:-)

by Raoul1955 on

Azadeh: I like this.  :-)