008 Reading Rumi Poem by Lori Boulard
008 Reading Rumi
sipping his words
as minutes slur
into centuries,
silence shifts
like sand
settling comfortably
in my bones
holding me down
holding me still
until I almost forget
to not
understand.
I almost forget
we are supposed
to be enemies.
I don't understand the 'we are supposed to be enemies' in the context of Rumi. Good verb selection in 'minutes slur into centuries'.
Hmm, you've sparked my curiousity: I'm not acquainted with Rumi (unless I was, and forgot his name, which evidently isn't unimaginable since you almost forgot the enmity part...!) . Thanks for the graceful intro to this writer.
Superb Lori, superb....'until I almost forget not to understand' - he does that to me too! A well earned 10 from me. Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I REALLY like the 'moments slur into centuries' image, re Rumi, that's perfect!