Isam Hussain Poems
The Tsunami (Boxing Day 2004, South East Asia)
Gaya stirred, moved beneath the ocean,
caused uproar in the realm of Poseidon.
Frenzied with rage, frothing at the mouth,
his chargers rushed her idyllic shores,
lashing them with merciless waves,
exacting vengeance, venting his wrath,
while the gods stood by helpless.
Gaya weeps for her lost children,
tears like rivers flow to Poseidon,
a peace offering, a holy libation;
Poseidon accepts, ends the suffering.
Wounds and scars may heal soon,
but the ghost of memory will linger on;
It’ll come to life when Gaya moves again.
*Gaya is ...
A Silly Poem
Oh, how I love to write a silly poem,
one without content or rhyme:
to let my mind wander,
my thoughts meander,
switching freely at random
between reality and dream,