Atef Ayadi


Feelings: Happiness, Mine And Yours - Poem by Atef Ayadi

My happiness
is to write.


the way
I feel,
talk,

walk, see, touch, smell, sniff, and the way my blood clangs to your blood to stop your feelings bleeding.

My happiness
is to remain
in mystery
even i reveal everything

out.


my happiness is
to describe
a beautiful world;

like your eyes

Eileen!

with words

that do not match or come close to describe them

but still

do their job

and match up,
line up,

sit on their knees,

and

worship

your

blue

eyes;


like

a two blue lakes,
two blue seas, or
two blue oceans,
merging
and then resolve.


My happiness,

is to write,

and it does not matter

the language,

the temporal,

the age,
the stage, and


the theater.


I want to write
and make it simpler.


I want to trigger your senses
and do not worry about my senses

-They fly, fall down, scramble, and still fine! -


My happiness
is to write

my words
as if they are
my children
from Eileen

or other children I adopt;

I feed them,
strength them,

and let them go.

My happiness,

is reached at its maximum

-and really there is no and will not be
any maximum-

when

others are fulfilled and
satisfied
with or without
reaching their little interesting interest or maxi,
maximum or maxima.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 23, 2009


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