nadia abduljabbar

Thirsty? !

If you were thirsty
For true love
That is like pure
Fountain water,
That feels like misty
Wonderful day
That brings life
Back even to dry hay
Or that is rather
Like tickling drizzle
Or breezy Shower
That engulfs your
Mind with an
Astounding surprise
Or may be even
As a diamond or jewel
Like chilly hail
That makes you shiver
In a very warm day
Then you are
Not alone in
Your painful longing
For the desert
Is thirsty too,
So don't coo,
The deep ocion
Is eager as well.
For pure sweet
Water and wants
To gulp purity
But cant have all
The peek of mountains
Are also thirsty
Every now and then
Though they might be
Covered with snow
But snow is frozen water
And you are frozen too
Yet the ice in the peek
Of a mountain melt
In summer and spring,
But you are not thirsty;
You don't melt
Because your frozen heart
Is killed.

27 october 2014
Jeddah

Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain

Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 26, 2014
Poem Edited: Thursday, October 30, 2014

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Comments about Thirsty? ! by nadia abduljabbar

  • Michael WalkerjohnMichael Walkerjohn (10/27/2014 12:08:00 AM)

    Aloha Nadia...

    If you thirst
    for true love
    that is like
    pure fountain water,
    that feels like
    a misty wonderful day,
    that brings life
    even to dry hay
    or that is rather,
    like a trickling drizzle
    or breezy rain shower,
    one that engulfs
    your mind with an
    astounding surprise
    or may even be
    as a diamond or jewel;
    like the chilling hail
    that makes you shiver
    on a very warm day;
    Then you are
    not alone in
    your painful longing;
    For the desert
    is thirsty too
    so don't coo;
    The deep ocean
    is eager as well,
    for pure sweet water
    and wants...
    To gulp purity,
    but cannot have at all;
    the peaks of mountains
    are also thirsty;
    every now and then
    though they might be
    covered with snow;
    snow being frozen water
    and like you
    its frozen too;
    yet the ice on the peak
    of a mountain melts
    from early spring to summer;
    But you are not thirsty,
    you do not melt...
    because your frozen heart
    is killed.

    I have perused your bio and done the google thing... [Poetry is my most intimate friend, my passionate beloved, my loving family, my honest psychiatrist and my additional identity]... and you have displayed these traits herein... You lead one to such promise in this work... then let go a very good piece of prose just at the end... similar to real physical death... This is how relationships, life in general, and hopes of a specific result sometimes roll... I have taken, with respect, your words and edited them, for my purposes it is true... for these are good words... Thank you for your efforts, for your labour in this craft... and for your thoughts that you post expressing your views and experiences... please do allow US more... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.

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