Response Poem by Atef Ayadi

Her response was
Fast
And breathless
Like walking out in a rush
'without shoes and nothing on
Or running without feeling
A single Drop of sweat.

Her response
Comes passing out,
Dizzy, and fuzzy
From a long boat icy trip:
This is her first Titanic voyage
Her response
Approaches me
En flame
And
Aroused
Yet,
Not wet.

Her response was
Weak,
And
Overwhelmed;
An infant
Begging for
Care,
And for a warm
Milk.

Her response
Est
Une réponse,
Sans origine,
Sans question d'origine,
Sans couleur,
Sans odeur,
Sans RENDEZ-VOUS,
Sans parfum,
Sans masse,
Sans désir,
Et sans méfiance.

Une réponse
Ivre,
Un orphelin qui danse
Sans musique,
Sans fête,
Et
Sans espérance.

Une réponse,
Avec des lacunes,
Une réponse,
Qui parle
Une langue
Sans sa langue,
Sans espoir,
Sans titre,
Sans tête,
Sans fin,
Un vrai bazar;
Dis-je non-sens.

Her response is a,
Unique
Drama
She sawed carefully
And beautifully
To fit me
And to welcome my awaken
Renaissance.