Monday, October 02, 2006

The crescent melts and the ends collide
I lost the page
I lost the words
I lost my poetry long ago
- What is it that you saw there?
- It is what I did not see…
Nervousness, shyness, insecurity, shame, passion, rage, uncertainty, intensity, fervor, inconsistency, unbalance, craziness… spilled emotions… spilled words… shivering hands…
- But what’s left to see?
- Everything else …
Him...
His voice that breaks the void ... that comes through the night…
Illusions of him... spread between my messy lines...
haunting my messy life...
Turning my world around every step of the way...
His voice that shakes me to the core to say...

11 comments:

Feras othman said...

it seems to me that she might reply saying :

untill our next hello you'll be dying slow ...so
when ever you want to see me try to dream
maybe you'll compensate my absense in a dream

bared feet girl signature ..

:P lol i tryed .

c u at my blog

_z. said...

mirvat! you never lost your poetry...

Eve said...

isn't what left inside of us also poetry, even if all the words fail to express?

you both write beautifully btw :)

hashem said...

And at the end....nothing left but a memory....
and old torn picture....
and a poem.

Ghassan said...

how many are you?

Mirvat said...

yeah gus i see your confusion :) eve i wrote the one in arabic.. i tried to write as a man would write to a woman..ahlam style haha.. so i tried to put it in a context..

Eve said...

hehe.. shakkeit bil mawdou3 bass wasn't sure as there was a "he" bil da2 :p tab w 3a shu ur depriving us min kil hal haleweh?

laila said...

mirvat this is beautiful

Anonymous said...

serene and a bit sad.
But I know you have it all still in you. It simmers through, glistering, shining ...
I don't usually use the German tongue, but today I will with saying this:
"Du hast es faustdick hinter den Ohren"
:)

Mone said...

beautiful..here s one I wrote over a year ago, short but want to share it with u:

When the lighting strikes
When the moon shines
When the flower in your hand smiles
.
When the river swivel
When the tree passes the sunlight
When the field mirrors your eyes
.
When the pen writing your name fades
When the mouth saying your name dries
When the world speaks with all its seas
.
When the art your hair repeats
When the heart with your laugh beats
When the eye only you sees
.
When the time relinquish its defeat
When the fear flees
I find you have been always here

Mirvat said...

lovely poem mone, thanks for sharing :)