Samer Madbak

Rookie - 113 Points (31 July 1969 / Beirut)

Poem 138, Sonnet 73: Figless - Poem by Samer Madbak

My stalk is dry, these boughs are struck with blight
This figless foliage stands a barren tree
A life anathema my fair decree
To wither from the roots is verdict right
I am the mark of ruin, bark of spite
The teardrop midst the joy of Bethany
The Gloom that counters Bloom's hegemony
The leafage shed despite the summer bright
I balk, no more the sparrow's honeyed rest
The cloth of Adam, or Nathaniel's lair
Accursed and stigmatized, my buds unblessed
I shed my verdancy, my limbs are bare
I am the perch of owls, the raven's nest
A cast of branches waiting for the flare!

March 12th 2015

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 12, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 14, 2015

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