Bassel Almasalmeh

Rookie (19/01/1973 / United Kingdom)

Perspectives - Poem by Bassel Almasalmeh

While I was walking the city
enhaling the dust of the street after rain
the weather cloudy, the trees dim
the city looked like an open book

time lays its hand on the self
memory stores fragments, images:
streets, crowds, shops, weather
as if life is but a handful of dust

the city, energy, immortal
walking with dead bodies, treading on
faces carrying weary heads to oblivion
walking with memories played like tape

now things look smaller,
small things fade, large ones small
as if I was hovering, mapping the city
is this real or slave hallucinations

the city appeared huge and unfathomable
I looked closely from above
and saw a man looking towards me
imagining desperately the scene from above


Comments about Perspectives by Bassel Almasalmeh

  • Rookie Mariam Al-nouri (12/1/2013 10:37:00 AM)

    I'm speechless, it's amazing and the images are vivid and it actually pictures exactly what's going on in your mind.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 10, 2011


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