By Kifah Abdulla
Quiet steps in Monument Square Other steps quicken Intertwine Music on the Earth A poet’s words blossom His soul doesn’t tire Of description His heart doesn’t age From love Autumn sky Some clouds settle Others move The loneliness sometimes Is fatal At other times Meditative Echo of church bells Waking the doves Wind dances In cloud’s silence An elevator, like an old bus Filled with tales In memory stations Exhausted nerves A forest of women Bowers A forest of men Falcons Trees upon earth Queens The sunlight Perches into a nest Cool shadows among Sober creatures It is Fall
Close to A luminescent crescent Haloed by seagulls Above a red Atlantic Where as whale a ferry sails Echo of laughter Like the cardinal’s song Lovers in connection A homeless person lying Like dead on a bench Lincoln Park A forest of children Playing A forest of mothers loving Wilted roses Rotting strawberries Bitter honey Dead bee Wings beat Seagulls hover Over land African night Drums pound Dance flames The very hot ground A composer wrote Uproarious melody But left quietly Like an anonymous Symphony Some flowers fold Others bloom Sunrise
On the beach sand A traveler traces Lost homeland Nostalgia In the sky A kite And on earth Holy voices Chant Adventurer’s words Reveal a bridge of Light Abundant sky Touches Thirsty earth A state of love The sunlight Colors the city A window turns into Masterpiece Born and raised in Baghdad, Iraq, Kifah Abdulla is the author of the memoir Mountains without Peaks, and the book of poetry Dead Still Dream. He is a visual artist, performer, and teacher.
