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"An Exile`" |
Tripping, Tripping
Deep prison, humming
An escape from "The Home"
Moving around, arriving, arrived
From one to another
Host Countries (far fetched)
Dripping, dripping, not marking my existence.
Unquiet/quiet, No reminder of my roots/yours
(forgetting to blink my existence/yours)
In the tall, thin house
Improving/approving memory/s
Straight face-mobbing/child
How I/you want to bane the
Word from the world
"refugee"·(so popular every where you look)
to not to walk in/on a narrow road
to sleep in Peace! Silent gasp
(having a personal life/calm shadows, nurturing souls
to move not among centuries, pigeons/perched/bars
To move not among centuries but to live,
walk among rosemary fields, breezing reigns
·and the sound of crickets playing
not distinguish turquoise/flowers-lives
Held-ing red in the eyes, high heels of memories
remodeling the shapes, the phase,
paintings of playing parts,
moments of loves, family home, not living in exile
bottom, buttoning up the glasses,
about/above the passenger's land,
to work on/for the mornings to come
museum is locked, sealed
Shhhh,
little blue-gray-velvet bay
my childhood, how I/you loved, Tivoli's, carnivals
rough,
This morning behind the closed doors, inside,
Shrugging thoughts, shrinking,
Tried to wake me hard, take my breath away
Throw itself hard to remind me,
to let/not- the eyes soak my tears away
(inside my mandolin eyes) the red against the dark,
Justice not been served,
Your profile/mine,
An exile`, I/you are/still/are
Scarlet silk coffins steamed rails of
thoughts/your thoughts/mine
Tangerine, wondering souls
I am one of the nobodies of the world,
Asking me,
The lips part/mine answering to them
Teaming words and above all,
They hear one word (an only word)
"refugee", she is.
·and in their big Danish pastry eyes,
I become: a nobody
My womanhood, my skills, my Ph.D. fading away
Doomed-not the word "refugee"-only I,
I remain with a wooden frame,
Empty from me,
And far away, I go, dipping in blood-freed-memory waves,
Powdery/dropping sands surrounding me.