AbdelAziz Alhaider

(in that biue planet......that called earth / within the time of the sad creation)

Chatter


Abdel-Aziz Haider



And under the polished stars
Under the light-house
The darkness of words.
The darkness of silence..
The death had a conduit under the feet and another as a loop strangle the Spirit
O, O soul... Reassuring to the battered trees…., crumbling sky..
Ailing souls
Go back to your self-Pearl
Return talkative with sad
Mute... if words were crossed
This is the time of ruin
This is the zero point... Time of adulterers
Go back to the language of the sea and magic
Maybe you become able to speak
Or have a death with pink smell
Spread in the waves and storm


Baghdad 31/03/2010

Submitted: Saturday, July 17, 2010

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  • Niamat Ali Murtazai (10/14/2010 12:10:00 PM)

    Good thoughts must be carried by good diction and style. Rhyme makes a poem more beautiful. Some lines should not be allowed to be extraordinary long. (Report) Reply

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