Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 77,663 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Siren - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


In times I feel like:
Broken-wing butterfly
A giraffe fallen in a ditch
Aged lion; whale, elephant.

Talking with a person who
Sees the surface, the day
Seeing a surface as the world
Claiming that is a know-it-all
Kills me and burns me, alive;
As if Jordanian pilot in cage
In the hands of ISIS.

'You should be smarter, '
Said the girl; and other:
'People of your age? '

I think of a siren:
Greek and today…

Sees computer at fingertip, that is in addition to
Getting drunk in the night
Getting lost in someone's arm to wake up
If ever, after years
To find that the freshness is gone
Doors do not open

And all she hears is: 'Sorry…'

Topic(s) of this poem: old age

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 31, 2016

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