Ilham Ahmed

The Blue Note Poem by Ilham Ahmed

Infinite mothers

Walk with elongated love

Who dreams in orange

So near yet so far

Creator and Created

Display of taut quip

Two words: Love and Hate

Ambivalence is godly

But still who am I

It is me who speaks

Beginning Middle and End

I feel so I am


Death where is your victory

Both promise and threat


Is not the same as sameness

Life is dubious

A long time ago

Humanity went crazy


Existence rains in

Calm chaos of memory


Leaning on a cane

A dog cut out of paper

I have no worry

That guy is finished

His goose is cooked all undone

A mother would know

Orange with charcoal

He is no longer alone

Let the wicked rest

It is not certain

That everything is certain

Rational skeptic

The show must go on

You cannot escape beauty

Children of the damned

The end of desire

Nirvana and the pish posh

I am still breathing

Submitted: Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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