Haiku # 687

وضعت فمي على فمها
كأني بين شفتيها وجدت
مهد الشعر والنبيذ

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نمش بشرتها
الخريطة التي بها
أعبر الى النجوم

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أبدأ نهاري
وأنا أرتشف الدفىء
من شفتيك

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كالثلج الأبيض
يستقر العمر
في شعري

Like white snow
age settles
on my hair

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Tea on a cold night
finishing a book
and starting another

Haiku # 685

يلفظ الكلمات كأنها
…أوراق خريف تتساقط
!الشاعر

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Autumn returns
and my heart fills
with a nameless longing

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La nuit descend…
dans un coin de mon cœur
s’allume une chandelle

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Autumn evening
I light a candle
and open my book

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Itinerant heart –
no house but the road,
no home but the wind…

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Steeping my tea
as the moon quietly
looks through the window

Haiku # 431

No words to say
only heartbeats hushed
in the ear of the moon

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Quieter each year
only speaking
with the light of the moon

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Misfit heart…
a patchwork of poetry
inked in silence

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Batroun, November 06, 2016

Ending the day
her breath, a shawl
wrapped around my neck

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Batroun, November 06, 2016

In my teacup
steeping
the white leaves of the moon

Free Verse # 283 (opening the chakras)

Poetry is my craft,
each verse laced
with the scent of her skin

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Dusk falls,
the silent butterfly
brushing my lips
whispers her name

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Night falls
and I am naked
before your whisper
that bares me of all
save the sanctity of your name

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Night descends
and pain like a flame
cuts through my ribcage and rises,
skyward reaching for the star
always dwelling in your silence,
always burning in your eyes.

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Rose and ginger tea
opening the chakras
of root and heart –
fertility sinking
into the ground of light.

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The wind at dawn
breezes through my ribs
and from my chest
a birdsong rises
rippling through the sky
the syllables of your name