Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 103,659 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Spectacle - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


Lie on bed uselessly
-face the ceiling
-legs stretched
-feet crossed
-as if punished
-‘Roman style'

Ceiling is white
-is a canvas
-I am an artist
-paint my wish

But eyes are closed
-wearing spectacles

Hands rest on tummy
-on naval button
-holding book, pen
-a mummy, Egyptian
-I laugh:

And think:
-"Truly a poet…
-…out of ordinary world…
-…new Sohrab Sepehri…
-…too soft and sweet…
-…strange, confused…"

And I read him
-fighting stagnancy
-caused by
-her poisonous words:
-"It is like sleep…
-…death! "

Did she kill herself?
-"She is not the kind! "
-I mumble…
-remain chained
-by thoughts!

Topic(s) of this poem: feelings

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 7, 2017

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