Mud Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mud

Fell from my boots mud
Was from yesterday; had dried
Broke there; in the hall
Saw, went back, picked it up…

Came and went chain of thoughts
So I thought, thought and thought!

Was the mud of one base?
Same person, animal or what else?
Was it a mixture of a man with animal?

Came and went chain of thoughts
I thought, thought; again thought!

Marched names of the trees
Grass, bush and the weeds
Dinosaur and mammoth
Warlords and prophets
A convict and judges
Rocks, mountains
To sand dunes
Of the beach
To deserts!

In the mists came Khayyam
Firm on helm, in command
Warned of life and of love.

His poems two liners
Each poem a-four-piece
Good start, good middle
And greatest final…

A potter in his shop
Potteries live and talk
Main sources wine, divine:
"That is best…don't give up! "