How do I go about shedding the shells that earned me a pat on the head and a "good girl"?
I was the parent's dream, a blue-ribbon giftee of civility, the picture of obedience, and oh so mature! The 'quiet child' cachet was my only allure.
This caged bird didn't sing of sentiments and other sinful things, but spent decades nesting feelings.
When all alternatives felt illicit, I reserved my torments for exclusive exhibitions, where I held the only ticket. Those showcased, glass displays are my poems now, I've stuffed them with secrets I can't talk about, but can write down.
Do the people who raised me deserve an applause? I've got songs dancing in my head and they're the cause of my closet of flaws. Would I even have it in me if I was a happy child, bold and wild? They say art is for those who've lived in the rain; Well, I've had my cup of it and I guess, this is my exchange.
Let me unbotton The scarf of the feelings Behind your chest The layers of mirage That filled you with mist The fetters around your ***** And let me try To break your shield On the rips of truth On the lips of the lightening words In the middle of the night I want to creep so deep And reach your glass of thought That keeps you afar At the doors of the facts To watch your limbs Striding the moon And beam with pleasure In the eyes of the young So tightly clung To the sides of the river That springs in your heart With dispatch That is born in brains afresh To start from scratch Poem by/ Hassan Mohammed Alemrany Egypt
Bridges bridge gaps Across rivers, ravines Make life easy in space-time What kind bridges For gaps of human enstrangements Cable-stayed or prestressed Failed understand Deep in thoughts Wisdom prevails Bridges of healing Sentiments and thoughts No need for budgetary provision Just a decision away Bridges you construct Bridges bridge gaps Across human enstrangements