Rose Sherbet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rose Sherbet



Rose Sherbet

Leaves speak
-while moving in breeze
-whispering complaint:
- "It is cold, very cold."

They hurdle, make pile
-turn tinder, for fire.

I look in side-mirror
-behind me, driver
-a lady. Some woman,
-with a rose below nose;
-very young, half-opened.

Tastier are the words
-when leave and travel…

Voyagers on voyage
-sweetly do convert;
-as is with the sherbet
-English, (of Persian…)

liquid if at first
-freezes in latter;
-all the rest similar.

Her lips are exact same
-as seen in poems of
-Nizami to Hafez.

(Where mind is with my thought.)

Feel the warmth, sweetness
-of sherbet, of her bud;
-kissing it times and times…
-though apart, in two cars! ! !

Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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