As Poet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

As poet

Since poets can read mind,
I can see near, far.

See fishes in the lake,
Under ice blanket…

I see them celebrate,
Are happy, feel joyous.

Ice, snow, make layers
Like walls to protect
Fish from beak of birds.

Abandoned, sad, whining
See the geese, ducklings.

With the seagulls, lazy,
Ignored, and hungry…

Keep myself too busy
With lenses, photography.

Though the Sun is lion,
Is too old one, powerless!

Cold are hands, I freeze,
With chill of the breeze.

Look around to praise
The dead bush, flowers,
Brides-like, pleasant.

Trees aim for skies,
Like paintings on canvas
With shades of blues, whites.

And fishes talk to me,
They tell me stories.

Not a word in writing,
Chest to chest, orally.