Phoenix
By Mohamed Al Khalifa
I am Mohamed, a humble
student of life, and an
admirer. At times an
overwhelming feeling takes
over my thoughts from
what I see around me, from
the vastness of creation,
to the complexity of the
minute, and the movement
of energy and emotions
between the living. I use
poetry as a channel for my
thoughts, to combine both
imagery and thoughts, with
a piercing sense of realism
executed with a rhyme.
[fee-niks]
Noun
(sometimes initial capital letter)
a mythical bird of great beauty fabled to live 500 or 600
years in the Arabian wilderness, to burn itself on a funeral
pyre, and to rise from its ashes in through another cycle of
years: often an emblem of immortality or of reborn idealism
or hope.
Arm your bow, and hold your stance
Aim at me, with a final glance
Shoot my love, and scream my name
That last stare, it will never be the same
Last breaths drawn of what we had
My heart screams and my silence goes mad
And yet,
I ate my thoughts in self doubt
Speak to me, tell me what’s this about
A road I laid for you to step
To the next love, how wickedly you crept
I spoke in sighs, my body pacing
In the dark you left me, anticipating
Patience please, take my shaking hand
Be the friend that will understand
Crushed, curled, alone, my skin bare
While the world laughs with you, how unfair!
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Perle
APRIL - MAY 2017