Synthesis Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Synthesis

I stand facing west
-wave right hand
-and the left
-is holding a branch
-bunch of leaves…

They are not of same size
-most respect one as wise
-I listen to speech
-Realize, non-preach

Deep, hidden in the tone
-can find a deep sorrow
-of lover losing love

Talks of sun that departs…
-"My dear relatives and friends,
-night to us is a sort of famine
-we have to work harder
-must consume what is death
-to mankind; convert it into life."

The wise leaf explains:
-"Without heat of the day
-with water and carbon dioxide
-can, cannot make sugar."

I look back to the west seeing sun
-it is weak, exhausted and cries:
-"Departing, refuge is too hard…"

Sun grabs the edge of horizon as if wall
-line breaks, collapses in blood
-and raises a trace of the dust

Feel guilty for holding the branch
-mesmerised, shiver with the trance,
-whisper, talk in murmur, unaware
-"Let them go, stupid criminals…"
-and return to my room, my dungeon
-in this world of wonders I am elf…