in the grey sky-sea
a thunder spear
flashes, splitting
the sky in pieces
...
at dusk, it kicked off
fisting in the fat face of sky,
rumbling, roaring, raging, grumbling, lashing
...
immortals
look! another cold spring night is past
grass drops its frosty mantle,
but, people are still locked up
...
red onion
perfectly congruous
with this rainless spring
while blossoms fade
...
outskirt of time
is today a new day? i thought yesterday,
i opened the curtains. outside, grey, cold.
...
chattering teeth
here the scorching sun rolling and rolling
day and night,
...
riding on turtle
naively i was wishing
riding to school on a turtle
being a little god, colouring
...
elusive summer
sitting on a hay bale
a crow
saying goodbye to the elusive summer
...
a world beyond words
poetry has its colours to show
ambiguity and hilarity to share
she said:
...
Fraidoon Warasta based in Amsterdam, a graduate of the Willem de Kooning Academy of Rotterdam is a painter, illustrator, calligrapher and writes poetry on Nature and everyday Life.)
The Birch Bright
in the grey sky-sea
a thunder spear
flashes, splitting
the sky in pieces
the clouds
on the horizon
stitch the sky
to the earth
in the dark saturated
forest, among tall trees
a bright birch
stands its ground
the birch bright
without intention
sparkles day and night
draws no attention
the birch bright
floats its own way
without obstructing
the path of other trees
the birch bright
doesn't sway with
every wind
like other trees
the birch bright
sweeps the grief
from the sky while
other trees sleep
it goes with the flow
will not oppose
nor conform
to the rules of others
the birch bright
has no particular
concept, for it is
rooted in the sky
i still remember
the breath of it
waking me up
by the yawning dawn
in the dark sky-sea
a thunder spear
strikes the saturated
dark forest in a flash
i smell a familiar smoke
in the meadow of night
a breath
a broken light
fraidoon warasta
23 january 2020
amsterdam