dawn fast approaches water splashed on sleepy eyes standing tall on hurriedly unrolled mats and the day's first call of prayer
Secrets Within Secrets
the dead can't speak the living won't speak secrets within secrets what more do you want? the dreams you killed our grief belittled secrets within secrets what more have we left? the fears unexpressed and greed is spread secrets within secrets what more can we hide? when leaders are bound our voices have no sound … Continue reading Secrets Within Secrets
Never Too Late
Never too late to forgive Nor too soon to forget what you cannot forgive, you must forget what you cannot forget ... forgive
Seven Veils
it took seven veils of light chiffon to conceal her till only amber eyes remained, warm like a fragrance at night
Alone, Alone I Will Go
This week's Dungeon Prompts challenge is Until Our Last Breath. What would I imagine thinking about as I take my final breaths. This is not something I tend to write about, and whatever did form in my mind made me cry and was too personal to share. If you notice with my poetry, I don't … Continue reading Alone, Alone I Will Go
Unlearning
For about 3 or 4 days, I kept remembering a song vaguely. I had forgotten its name, in addition I couldn't recollect the band. All I remembered was it was definitely a 70's band and either the band or the song itself started with the letter "S". I tried not to think about it, but … Continue reading Unlearning
True Strength
the cunning prey feigned submission as predator eased its guard their roles reversed true strength surely lies in one's mind (somehow I connect this with many relationships)
endless lights
when evenings are endless lights, though of different origins find a common language to share conversationsinspiration for the poem came from a photo taken by my 8 year old daughter :-)
so many borders
time after time we decimate a land, sketching lines, invisible but impregnable and a people who were once indistinguishable are now immigrants if they continue to wander across to the other side permission to graze for the grass does look greener even their herds have acquired nationalities a people who crisscrossed lands whose cultures were … Continue reading so many borders
tears of reprisal
she feigned sorrow despair, disbelief biding her time, for they say it is best served cold... vengeance Art by Hesther Van Doornum
SONYA KASSAM 