Enounters Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Encounters

Among those that I met
-were old ladies; middle-aged.
-They were paint;
-I, canvas,
-a pale wall.
-Coloured me
-gave me shape
-designed and enflamed.
-Fed me with stories;
-all lovely.

Apart and different;
-all worthy.

One of them a loner
-did not make but ordered
-food to come
-to have it all alone!

Her eyes were two oceans
-reflected the sky inside them
-I swam and drowned
-entangled in her past…

Being the narrator
-I am "God"
-create, shape, made up:
- "An over confident and proud…"
- "A selfish ignorant…needing love…"
- "was fool and misled by pimps and johns! "

The second
-filthy rich who lives in
-large condo-spacious
-can afford buying world;
-not brain
- "Opens door concierge…"
-she told me, and latter was absent
-she could not push the knob to open
-came in robe,
-white as if in madhouse
-necklace and bracelets, lot of jewels
-but no shoes and barefoot…

Saw neighbour
-diplomat
-with smile
-and polite
-but devil
-laughed at her

Could be felt
-very mean

One could see
-both were fools
-two neighbours
-filthy rich…

Rich is fool
-when out of
-comfort zone

The third was an artist
-had painted portraits
-her works were excellent
-I asked for permission
-to hug her, which we did
-had agreed

I feel like have lost weight
-small piece of my chest
-part of heart
-possibly has remained
-in her house
-that huge garden and the palace;
-hopefully in her chest.

I wonder if left it
-deeper inside her heart
-with respect pumping out
-when her heart pumps, throbs!

Of the ones that I met, they are parts.