Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 15,439 Points (Dec 29 / Iran)

Sara, Laura And Her - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sara, Laura and her

I walk and talk and I don’t know why
I am lost.

How many ones there; can I get?
How many zeros do I want?

Nearing grass I stop
One, two, three; and I count.

Seem to have my ones; not zeros,
For their right

How many reports can I write?
Can I do poems; or prose?

Ocean is drops; no one counts.
I cannot.

I need the zeros… and zeros
To plot

Laura is German and we talk, “German is enough; not Arian! ”
Sara is Jewish; she is young, her getting married and much more …

How many zeros?
I don’t know.

Grass blades I use; are my ones
Snail shells, I choose as zeros

Poems shall I write or fictions or novels?
Which works better, fairy tales; or fables?

Of Sara’s, of Laura’s; also yours,
Also theirs, also mine

How many are they? I don’t know.
I need the zeros; I have ones.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

As the names show, I have had many encounters and each of my new friends has had a story to tell but which one can I write? How many?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013


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