Atef Ayadi


An Observer.


I choose to be an
Observer.


It is a getting away,



A neutrality,

A confusion,

Or an emotional impasse.

No rules in
No ruling outs.


I grow up

Like that
To be that


A
Getting away
Child.

My eyes

Away
My voice away
My writings

My casted away stories
And far away jokes

Are

A getting away
Life style.



I am a bird
Which need
Some
Rest,

A nest,
Some where
Anywhere
just
to feel the ground

cause’
a getting away
is like being a
cloud;

A
rainy,
stormy,
lonesome

cloud

that needs
earth,
the wind
and the crowd
-i mean the steam and the crowd-

to make
a journey to the east
a touch down
where the sun sets
and where my story begin.

Submitted: Monday, January 04, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (An Observer. by Atef Ayadi )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Miley Cyrus Perceived as a Martyr, A.j. Binash
  2. love became living again, Mandolyn ...
  3. Uncontained Sadness, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  4. Structure, Fiona McCullough
  5. Battles Of The Inner Child, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  6. Multiplying Loneliness, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  7. This Is Such A Pity, Electric Lady
  8. What Happen To Love, Lilly Emery
  9. The Judges Lied, Tony Adah
  10. Empty Passages, RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Poem of the Day

poet Christina Georgina Rossetti

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]