Nassy Fesharaki

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Folktronica - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


Inside Bay, stood they
Artists two; Male-Female.
Music instruments
Around them, in their hands

Roman is the woman
Man from Ecuador
I think “Fur”, “Hudson Bay.”
“East India, spices”; dirty games.

With folklore and their toys
I take-off; roam around
On carpet; that magic
Stories of Scheherazade

“Want to live forever? ”
Kaveh said and it meant:
“Write timeless; a Rumi, a Khayyam.”
Sure I do, of course want.

Then take leave into woods,
“Bathe your soul in silence, ” says Johnson
He is James; the Weldon.
“Palpitate of the heart is in town.”

“Both are right so why not? ”
I asked me; and head out.
The roads end to fences.
“Private; don’t enter.”

James has said “leave behind.”
“Private” say the signs “trespass”
I can’t find “Woods, beaches”.
These pains lie far “ahead.”

Solitude is absent; strains all over
Where’s silence but in death
Rumi lived different; and Khayyam.
Our time is in hands of global capital.

Behind fence faces masked.

Topic(s) of this poem: solitude

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 14, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 14, 2015

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