Spectacle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Spectacle

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:
-"…crazy…dreamer…"

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!