The moon,
cold and comfortless,
shines to its fill.
Light slips through
windows clad in wooden slats.
The night
hushes the stars,
dismayed,
when a car alarm pierces
stillness.
Here and there,
through muffled sobs,
A closet door,
opens, closes,
hinges squealing at the effort-
too much to contain.
The night of the full moon.
The month of satiation
afore
the month of restraint.
All the books,
close,
open,
Not a sound.
Only the clamour of the mind's jaunt,
Rushing,
Thirsting,
After the shade of the Lord's smile.
11 comments:
this part puzzled me : "The month satiation"
it flowed like seawater over smooth pebbles :)
hmmm... shabaan->shabaan = opp of hungry, full, month of satiation before the month of fasting...?
"like seawater over smooth pebbles", love the image. merci :)
It's quite good msh'Allah.
I truly loved the imagery you used
"The night
hushes the stars"
"Only the clamour of the mind's jaunt,
Rushing,
Thirsting,
After the shade of the Lord's smile"
Allah yslimak!
ahhhhh yes :)
Very Lovely Khadijah. Its touched me and made me shivers. I liked the simplicity yet bauty of the imagery.
Its a nice poem keep it up!
Dew, :) shukran, glad you enjoyed it.
artandpoetry, merci! it's like robert frost said, 'A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out expression; an effort to find fulfilment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.'
i've taken a peek at your site. you write beautifully
"After the shade of the Lord's smile"
what beauty` :)
may he always smile at you.
loved the poem!
:)) amin! Allah ysilmak, glad you liked it crimson.
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