Leila Hadi

Old Words - Poem by Leila Hadi

resonating deeper then any language can vocalize
i was once told something that i've minded ever since
five terms that don't, as they do, galvanize
the pounds that take way of my shillings and pence
and the night and the darkness that glitter with fireflies
are meant to transcend every meaning and definition
of the nothing we know but now, i have opened my eyes
thank you god- i am alive- for life's juxtaposition
to death and truth, words and proverbs that eulogize
the cocoon of the butterfly, and my strange intuitions
i can hear my hearts rhythm but i don't claim to so wise
as to understand the composition of the musician
i just listen-cause all in all, it is all but a guise
and through the days and the many oppositions
the truth in these simple words does lies
what ceases to grow dies

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

Comments about Old Words by Leila Hadi

  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/24/2015 10:48:00 PM)

    'What ceases to grow dies' is so true. Nice poem. Loved it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

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