//// Alone In The Wind //// Poem by ahmed khaled
//// Alone In The Wind ////
behind the wall
the no windows wall,
the doorless wall
4 women in hands of wind
spreading singing
to distant fields:
the grass and daisies
to dancing beauty:
rivers of pink waves,
green lights
and crimson shadows
to willows of no so green
to skies, the blue
and the blue
to lumberman's daughter
crying from happiness
solitude and eternity
uttering, uttering
what's for, you gone? o father
what's for, you left? o mother
o coming cold show mercy
for that lost daughter
for beauty she's got,
for the sad happines,
for flowers and singing
for those four women
singing in the far
and if it must to take
take what you want
just leave for her
her sad happiness.
This Poem Is magnificent, The imageries throughout were delightful, such an amazing poem, from such an amazing poet. :)
Great write here of spiritual significance.Four women are quadruple like the tastes of life-bitter, sweet, sour, salt.But of the four, the rest three apart from sugar they have a cumulative effect so that people learn to fight with the stakes of life.Certainly the case of women who are singing their souls and hearts out coz` they have no weapons to fight for life-sometimes its money, another half or man-their individual losses and disgraces with austerities in life surmouting while they senescence.But life is like that-alone in the wind most of the time and therefore life hands in lemons.I did write in my poem-A Lemon also about the vicissitudes which live only in hopes with the wind until you live no more.Better we do not think of betterment.Best is we work like the machines which has no feeling when it is going to be down and not functioning anymore to be dismantled but not care for anything more.We need be hard therefore.Not ponder over distant fields of grass and daisies anymore like women living in utopia though i know they know their treacherous conditions.God will not solve this problem.Nor even Nature.They are themselves with their variations problems since ages of human life.Flowers dry on their own if plucked or not plucked-.They fall from the tree.The tree which so long mothers the flowers do not want to carry on.Thats law of nature.Doorless and windowless refers to houses being shelled on by the ongoing racial and religion conflicts.Solitude could be Palestine and eternity could well be Israels supported by US, that in Russian Federation the Chechnya units, then in the Soutern Slavonic state of former Yugoslavia where also windows and doors broke like the once so advancing Ottoman Empire.Time never takes one side only.Time will change.May be we do not live until then.We cannot hope and loose energy everyday.Somebody is there to estimate our time frames and limitations.Let the time decide. Very deep allusive write, sweet alliterations of music by the four women and exquisite poetry.Cheers.
now i like, very touching, attached with of sadness. Bravo..... Keepthem coming, now i see why i must read your poems more often :)
This is like a film or a painting with the rich colours and imagery. I admit I don't quite follow the story but what comes across is your compassionate embracing of life.
this poem is amazing. its so full of meaning, and so descriptive. its easy to get lost in this poem. nicely done :)
a great poem and one of the best I have read on this site! Claudia
I strongly admire your descriptions. They are very beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Very interesting poem. You have used many impressive metaphors here. I love this, beautiful writing.