Atef Ayadi


An Observer. - Poem by Atef Ayadi

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.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 5, 2010


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