Reminiscence Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Reminiscence

Bare-footed, sat on roof
-the cousins, legs hanging
-total toes were thirty.

Feet's shadows on the wall
-which like roof was of mud.

Then, we, boys ran to find
-our stick-horses so
-could gallop, and we did.

Then climbed the trees
-over dust and pebbles;
-with small, tiny feet.

We wore loose pants and shirts,
-mostly in black-white.

Trees shook when saw us:
- "Came devils once again! "

We climbed to pluck the fruits
-dusty and sun-ripe and frightful.

Bit on them as they were
-right there, then, no rinsing
-no packing, no fridge…

What a world, was that age!

Now we are scattered
-each of us has own pain;
-one seeking new cane,
-one in need to pay debts,
-and I am on exile, a homeless…

Each of us is fooled with
- "Have lived long, am aware! "

All of us are windbags and useless
-most our words are worthless!

I am most travelled
-used the roads all over
-on earth and sea and air
-to cross the deserts
-and waters and mountains.
-I have seen most cultures,
-in that way I became snake,
-to, shed skin of old faith
-which was carved on brain.
-Learned to respect others…

I became "Little Fish"
-Black and pond to pond,
-till ended in mouth of a seagull;
-brutal, it attacked the current!

No one knows if I have
-been saved to struggle
-or will die, digested!

What is left and remains, of me is
-a name and memories, reminiscence.

Rise and fall memories
-like flames of candle or fires
-in the gust, storm, wind
-in forests and jungles.
-Or maybe I am a glow-worm,
-flap wings to lighten dark of night.

I feel the parade of read and heard
-from books, articles and people
- (who were ranked high, lower)
-in the lands visited,
-and with which I have changed.
- (Sighed at nights, in daylights;
-both at laws and corrupts, illegals!)

In my heart and my mind
-have the hills piled up
-in forms of memories
- (Reminiscence!)