Your name in the phone directory.
The only residual sign of life in an otherwise meaningless book.
An indication,
not even addressed to me,
with the sole aim to give prove of
your existence.
Which significance shall I give to that
eternal desire,
incessant thinking,
those restless
nights and
hectic days,
than the sense of
a never ending mourning.
Today
no longer
exist.
Only history remains
wherein I live
as a tormented soul,
a frenetic spirit.
Bittersweet significance.
I experience past as a returning
laceration where my body is separated from my
thoughts
wrapped up in memories.
My embalmed mind looks restless
at you and at time
in an environment full
of past excitation
when your presence filled my thoughts with pleasant
excitement.
Your name is still there in
the phone directory.
2 comments:
Your name is still there
in the phone directory ...
but somehow
it does not settle itself in my mind...
its familiar lavender scent
covers my whole body and
makes me think about
the past excitation
of the pale memories of your presence
how do i not recognize
how do i not perceive
the name and the numbers
the numbers
the miles,
miles away
a confused blue drop of tear falls
on the concrete ground,
which dreams of green memories
sweet taste of tangerines
side effects of exile, go away
let me not stop
grasping and craving
to hold on
to those pale sweet memories
let me not
let me not stop
Guy, this is what my brother wrote, when he read a part of INQUIRY ... this is what we call in Persian, Mosha'ere ... which means the exchange of poetry or poetic prose between two poets ... I really like both pieces ... I hope this continues :)
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