A Request

Over here
The time stops
In the wide corner from the cosmos,
The time stops
In domains that infinite
From doorsteps of shooting stars,
The time stops
Everywhere,
The time stops.
Then
The demonstrations follow in succession
From all sides
From all people
those who were born and died,
Those who were born
and are still alive,
And those who will be born,
Carrying candles
That spurt vermillion blood,
And the signs they tore
From the blue clearness of the Iraqi sky
Written on
"God"
Hasn't Iraq's ground had enough blood poured on?

Detroit

4/5/2004

Dyed Banks in Henna
 

1

Pillow

The earth
Be not except
A lifeboat
From unknown

2

Confusion

The night
A confused stick
Leans on it, the day

3

Blink

The poem
Lights a straw
In the eye of fire

4

Verily  Warmth

The throb of life
Is two births
Mother and earth

5

Innocence

The childhood
Is a white sash
Dye by the dreams

6

Drowsiness

When the sun yawned
The planets penetrated in honey

7

Faith Fullness

The rest of death
Verily presence
The mercy gushes out from it.

8

Gossip

The war
Lame gossip
On banks of the cities

9

Swimming

The souls
Are rivers from stars
That swim between the angel’s hands.

10

Intimation

The tent of the clouds
It’s column
Raised black flags

11

Etiquette

The foxes
Their skins are stained
By gossip.

12

Cannonade

Suns
Exchange visits unseemly
They blow up the fires
On the mirrors of the cities
That freer by the darkness.

13

Blind

His face is like his back
He sees the blindness
His stick is his sight.

14

Dream

The time levitate
Day by day
Month by month
Year by year
When the boy mount to his old age
His white beard fell down
And he hung his old age’s smoke
Behind the mirror.
 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

 Date: 04 / 07 / 2005

A Mug of Water

A Mug of Water

Nude and slender
The dawn opens its eyes,
In-between its eyelids
A polar twilight,
A tremble...
Dangled
The sky's arms.
Fading,
Like the morning star,
A rhythm ...
On the flow of pains,
Vapor of the head
Loosens its ambush ...
The things are servile
Like the far away horizon…
Earth,
Like a blue drop of circumference
In the dark corner
Its light: the stars.
Centers
Come and go
Heavy blindness
Pervades the circumference,
And the dawn
Possessor of white hair
Emits his intestine's crowds
And gnaws the aim.
Dome Blue eyes
Dangles
From depth of the maze…
Eyelashes covered by branches,
Created Like the haze of canyons
And hide the secret.
An eternal desert
Golden cinctures
Dances in-between ear and ear
Its gray tail
The depth of circumference.
The summit of the patch slides
Like a surreal pole
And in a gelatinous cave
An earthy progeny lime
Like the tropic snakes Inhaling the fire.
And then for the vapor be
From coronation of a lie like a coronet!
But the truth
Like the air which we inhale,
Mug of a water Achromatic,
Taste,
And smell.
I hear the gulf under the rocks,
To sheathe my soul
In the veins of my bones,
I watch it slide
As a fish In the neck of a bird.

Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely