Free Verse # 395 (my hidden journey with you)

Poetry, a voice
far away calling me,
into the solitude
of mist and stone…

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Flowering Solitude at Virgin Hazmieh, February 2017

Locked in exile
until a word comes from you;
word after word I chronicle
my exile and imprisonment,
my hidden journey with you.

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Let my poem be a touch
burning against your heart,
unraveling like a prayer
that sings my undoing.

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I am lost
until I hear your voice
murmuring in the silence
under the world’s noise,
your breath then flames
like a gentle summer wind
and in my heart there is poetry.

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Dawn…
in the light of her face
the world begins again

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At dawn
the rain of your heartbeats
splashing on my pillow,
your light in waves
washing my life, my face.

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His breath brushed her lips
and the words that lingered
all her life under her skin
burst into color
and flowed to strum
the shores of infinity.

Free Verse # 394 (a bag of poetry)

Wanderer
chasing flowers
fallen from her hair,
on the pathways of the world
traveling
carrying nothing
but a bag of poetry.

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A woman who can grant me
the love I always longed for,
between us the silence
of the poem-sky.

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Summer in a vineyard…
grape by grape
from her skin falling,
a wine burning velvet
in the cup of poetry.

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Batroun, February 03, 2017

Shriveled kisses
in the midst of winter…
figs clinging still
to the promise of the sky

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Writing always follows
a sacred ritual,
her fragrance burning
along the edge of the pen.

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Poetry is always a companionship, an intimacy between two beings.

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Humans are doorways opening unto little ponds or great oceans, water bodies as small or as great as the deeps of our longing, the rootedness of our understanding and love.