Smokelss Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Smokeless

Of South Hill and South Mill
-I go to Marbury,
-Ashgrove and South Well
-get me to Apple Way, Pinnacle.

My mind is a fire
-smokeless!

Remember the past years
-when we lived in Tehran.

Look around, was not long
-but still long enough…
-many youths were not born.

We sit, watch a TV serial,
-in Iran; (Galan oja & Solmaz)
-come to mind. Combined are,
-diluted, memories, researches.

See people divide, subdivided,
-this, is what love to write
-of Miguel-Vanessa,
-two lovers of Huaris…

Lost I feel in canvas
-of migrants, history…
-ancient is this painting,
-of Incas; pre-post…

Feel hear Gord Downie
-on stage is singing
-of death of a young boy
-who escapes full of hope
-wants and needs true love
-on the run searches warmth
-of parents, siblings, relatives
-time reveals, in storm was buried.

The song is devotion
-to tortured First Nations.

I read of Little Girl
-her body discovered;
-in, around the Dene…

Feel being in a church
-around me, everywhere
-ding and dang, sing the bells
-sizes are different, large, small
-am pleased deep inside
-they are wings; I fly …
-each step is soaring to sky…
-very high…high, too high…

Hear her singing songs
-music very loud
-exactly as I want
-want to be lost and lost
-walk drunk among names
-from the "Farm-View"
-to "South Hill" and "South Mill"
-settle me in shrine "Pinnacle"
-like Dervish in Kabul's
- "Arefan-Asheghan"
- (The learned and lovers"
-want me dead and buried in haven, …

Feel being a stone
-selected and chosen
-by youths of Palestine;
-and set in a sling
-thrown at Israel.

Feel being in Tehran
-Fire but Smokeless.

I hug the "Little girl"
-Baby girl who reveals
-Indigenous thriving
-in the North America.

Am fire with flame
-yet I am smokeless! ! !