Concrete Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Concrete

Glued are my thumb and index
Thanks to the concrete of a pen.

The pen is not a bridge,
As was meant to be.

The tongue cannot be connected
To my heart, mind, and feelings.

Lean back, hope that memories
Vanish as do the fog in the sun.

They do not,
They roam,
Make a halo!

On the altar of
Nothingness
Beg the mouse.

That too is powerless
As is the keyboard…

Something must be wrong,
I am sure…have no doubt!

Keep questioning
Music is on
The man sings
I listen to the lyrics:
"Search Inside the empty bowl,
Memories are remnants of the actions
Hidden in the cave of the silence…"

Is that me?
Am I that?

Yes, maybe,
Not so sure,
"Act on it, "
Is whispered.