Friday, December 01, 2006

Poetry

Why not. The purest art form. Beauty in few words. They say a picture says more than a thousand words, but a poem can say more than a novel. I do not aspire to write a novel in my poems, I am not Darwish, Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas, but I try to say something. Not much perhaps, not art maybe, but something...

Haiku Flowers

Haiku flowers - restricted finesse,
floating beauty, rootless.

Chaos and serenity

In the chaos
of sound and sight
that was the city.

I found peace and serenity.

A bench in a park,
miles away from civilization,
a minute from the metro station.

Charlie Parker

Salt peanuts, salt peanuts

To the sounds of Charlie Parker
I drift
to the sounds of Charlie Parker.

Salt peanuts, salt peanuts

1 comment:

Amna Al-Hawaj said...

Beautiful
very postmodernist :)