Sit Down To The Sea Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider

The time and the wave are roaring …….and the time
Extends as a coast of myth fog
As bodies of the cunning sessions
As the bodies of the days dumped onto orthogonal to the city and the sea
The time crying in the faces that burned with the suns of machines
Crazy April winds
Wheels.. Shops windows in the al-Aramla station,
Vapors of globalization
And its promiscuous obscene smiles
The time and the wave are roaring …….......... And
The tired sellers and sad girls sellers
And the congestion of the festivals night
And the minarets that lift their caps as salute
And the sky that become bloody blue from the madness of the poem
And the roses.. which was blue and dark as a soul - naked under the rain –
The wave was roaring as the time
And the time as the wave... in the game between sit down and leaving
Sit down to the sea
Or the departure from the empty ……..memory............


Abdel-Aziz Alhaider (originally in Arabic)
Baghdad 2010