blind princess plucked the black lute
her prayers were suspended in midair
blue boat made its way across the Persian gulf
through a floating blanket of drowned magnolias
I was a ghost in a shipwrecked soul
that overnight had become solemn
I was asking myself
which of us was meaner
you who had gone
or me who had left behind
a late summer was a purer adoration
hand in hand with a closest sweetheart
under plum tree a young poetess
recited a verse from a Book of Faith
(dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Wassila Nader)
first of all i'd like to thank you very much....Umm i don't know what can i say but great poem coz you are the writer and thank you very much...
an original Scroll/ well written poem Ahmad... 10+ Thanks For Sharing!
Maybe we are all ghosts in the persons of history but a shipwrecked soul such romance.
i like the first verse....by itself.... as a whole poem.....just that verse alone stands by itself.....
which one of us is meaner? i think it was the blind princess, great write.
I love the starting point, 'the blind princess plucked the black lute', very imaginative...well done my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem and a good tribute to Nader. Thanks Lynn