Micropoetry

Time gasps at the mention of war,
She grasps her old head, bracing for
Another filthy dance of horror.

They say: the pangs of hunger come with madness,
Excessive mirthfulness with gluttony,
While love eternal finds a guest in sadness
Begotten by a loss of company.

When the lies that you spoke
And the truth that you hid
Bring more good than the sum
Of all good that you did…

When the destination is beautiful,
The journey will be beautiful.

When what is without
Escapes every word,
Peer within:
Become what you witnessed
And heard.

The leaves that we turn
And the bridges we burn
Remind us of places
Where we may return
If the turning and burning
Do little for learning.

I’ll live to tomorrow
If I die first tonight:
Just send me your love
On the tail of a swallow
Forgotten in flight.

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For one look from my habib on the day it will matter the most. Ya Muqallib al-Qulub…

Chairs can help to remind you
The support you need is behind you.

The world may not know it’s got your back.

The shortest route
from here to there
Still needs me to
get off my chair.

Let NOW be your canvas,
Your breath be your brush:
Let no words upon it
To slash, burn or crush.
Live your masterpiece.