the game of revenge in silence
A slap from my bitter tongue
Will taste you the bitterness
of my sorrow
here and there
Those mute discourses are deceptive
In the city of daffodills and lilies
The heart of my wrath quivers
And wakes up from
the embezzlement of
the question and the probability
Oh
If you follow that street of skills
The death is simpler than
a slow vision
And if you yield to lowness
That’s the message of death
Tush …tush
You… the world overwhelmed with betrayal
and hypocrisy
You… the doubled masterpiece
You… the fellow of the high citadels
From a man’s heart
to a lady
My mother taught me that woes are destined
But
Pound’s poetry taught me
behind every disaster there’s a woman
Am I a disaster mum
You‘re a violet
a broken mirror
a wandering boat seeking
a harbour for rest…My little daughter
How can I be the source of plague
as far I’m a woman ; mum
And behind me there’s a baby of love
Still sharpens a knife
A woman tears
the core of my papers
and my faith
A child travels in the narrow pupil
Of the straw of my closest love
Tears the fire of my bowels
that quivers on the name
of his eternity or extinction
Hangs the document of my defeat
on my heart’s inaugurating
Burns a piece of my cerebellum
Excessive in amazement
How come
And I am a woman
Destroyed by the highness
of a shadow … not a woman
Of a white idea damped with rose
Chosen for a woman
Tush …tush
Your face is no more smiling
From thinking
Your neck curved…My little daughter
Destiny
That you take refuge to
a man’s spectrum
for a woman
Destiny
That far glow of a woman
No shadow
No ray from a woman
I smell the odour of eternal death ;mummy
The female of my destiny
conquers me on the chest
of my hatred
The curve of her eyebrow
frowns my scared face
Her perfume’s fragrance
Her monotonous footsteps on the floor
Her eyes’ brilliance
Her dreams
tear my mistaken age
that stumbled
I see her
A smile wins from nothingness
Tolls the bell of the end
And scares my haressed grail
Now I perceive that
Love is a fire whose blazing
is a woman
Betrayal
revenge to death
are notions of a woman
And the blind hatred is a woman
Ashes is my heart , mum
My snow –mum – has become mud
The song of the spring
stummered the sonnet
of funeral and apocalypse
The stream fell the flower of my age
I doubt there is a hand that* assassinated the seeds of my happiness
When my heart blossomed green
In may or June
The spring clothed my heart
Poetry and dancing on nature’s melodies
My wedding came virgin
Equals the appointments
Of my destiny
Has it come
I think it so
A woman comes
Steals my joy from
the pocket of my secrets
Steals my truth’s innocence
Of my eyesight
in the room of my tears
the secret
She’s a woman
why do you spell death a lot
my little daughter
I miss –mummy –a soil
to embrace me
I wish to take refuge of Allah’s shadow
Eloping From a woman
I vanish from sun’s rays
inside my bier
Escaping from a woman’s shadow
From the pierceful eyesights
thrown by a woman
Death is more simple –mummy –
Than I feel the defeat of a woman
That Wilts my rose
and my reason is a woman
And me
Why am I a woman
who abhors a woman
Am I not a woman
Originally Posted by رزاق الجزائري
