for I.A
You lost your back to laughter,
Empowered the crowd with your fall,
Had you made nothing of it all,
They would have passed dense as clouds,
That find their way again.
But you carried the blame like a turtle,
Making shelter of your guilt,
Assez this, Assez that
Obsessed with that lizard in your hat.
Lay out your palms and sigh
Speak only of what weighs on your mind,
Without pauses pre-designed.
There is algae in the water, of the statue
Where you stand,
Some argue it is negligence,
Others claim that it was planned,
It matters not the route , the doubts
You followed then,
How is your today?
Still walk around anxious, a purse heavy with rope
Just incase you drown or slip somewhere
Like in your horoscope?
I know you’ve let some people down,
You lived with that affliction,
Reaching for pendants across your chest,
Believing others know what’s best,
Where is your tongue vacationing?
Your eyelids thumbed shut; a garage door,
Your ambitions filthy ragged , a mess of a mop
That has fought hard against a stubborn floor.
Your spirit passes through chimes, your bones
I visit too, listening for cries
A cricket, a violin , a siren, at most
Yet always in disguise.
How do you do it? It would be amazing enough to come up with one poem like this in a lifetime, but you seem to come up with one every week! This is beautiful, as always! The final few lines are stunning. Thank you for sharing.
Qahlid, whenever I’m scattered and lost, your brilliant poetry puts the pieces of my puzzle back together. Thank you for taking writing seriously and sharing it with us
Boogie
and I really like
U know I don’t understand poetry as well as u do but it’s very amazing one
Miss u bro
“but you carried the blame like a turtle, making shelter of your guilt”….!!
what a metaphor…
impressing..
You are indeed a work of art.
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Jupiter
Your funky hat is made out of frozen streams,
Your dreams beget methods and utensils,… See More
Too foreign for the mundane mind to bear.
You insist you are worldly, I insist
You are from Jupiter.
You fly against the wind and dream
Against brainwaves to beget mountains of streams.
You drive in the opposite direction and fight against
Lofty affection and dressy potential.
Your ink is precious and your words are mightier.
Flamingos hit you in the core of your being,
But your infatuation with graciousness ornaments
The peripheries of your art.
Your hidden spirituality decorates your vision.
You sing the songs of the last century but
You learn from the parables of today.
Your time machine is set in the galaxy.
You insist that you are mundane,
But I insist you come from Jupiter.