Monthly Archives: July 2013

Fireflies

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I’ve never seen so many fireflies
All lighting up the night in turn and turn
Their blinking on and off beckons my eyes
In rhythmic concert as their bodies burn
They sparkle, shine and dance around the yard
Like earthbound fireworks that hold my gaze
Though choosing where to look is sometimes hard
As they traverse their invisible maze
I watch the lovely thing Allah has made
And as I watch it fills my eyes with tears
The thing I saw but thought was a charade
The seen unseen was there for all those years
The fireflies for me put on a show
And I enjoy their intermittent glow

A New Person

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I am a new person
I wonder if there is enough time
I hear the sound of flowers talking
I see how lovely they smell
I want to see the earth from the moon
I am a new person.

I pretend there is nothing wrong
I feel the touch of fairy wings on my face
I touch them and they disintegrate
I worry that they won’t hold me up
I cry because they do
I am a new person

I am incredibly strong
I understand the language of butterflies
I say al-hamdu-lillah
I dream of holding a star in my hand
I do and the star cries
I am a new person

Opposites

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I remember being happy
I don’t remember why I was so happy
I have always believed in being truthful
I have never been the one everybody loved
I see that I have a lot to learn
I don’t see why I have to wait so long
I want to be a part of something special
I don’t want to be last on anyone’s list
I see why they all depend on me
I don’t see any reason to change things
I try to be a good person
I try not to be false
I wonder what it would be like to feel free to be myself
I don’t wonder if I should continue as I am
I love my family
I hate falseness (is that a word?)
I know Allah is God
I don’t know why I can’t be more sure of myself

The Time Has Come

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This is a pantoum poem I wrote. The first four lines are sentences taken from the book “Dance of Death”  by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. I found lines I liked and made minor changes to them and that is the first four lines. I hope you like it.

 

A cold smile played on his lips
Everything of relevance had happened
Behind the row of mansions the woods lay asleep
And she extinguished the light with a prayer

Everything of relevance had happened
There was nothing else left to be done
Behind the row of mansions the woods lay asleep
Quiet as the setting of the sun

There was nothing left to be done there
When the time had come for the truth
Quiet as the setting of the sun we were
And as grand as the whole of the earth

When the time had come for the truth
A cold smile played on his lips
As grand as the whole of the earth it was
And she extinguished the light with a prayer

Ramadan

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Ramadan
Spiritual, respectful
Fasting, praying, reading
Learn self restraint
Epiphany

This poem is in honor of the Islamic holy month of fasting which begins tonight at sunset. Or better said, it begins with suhoor, the morning meal we take before sunrise.