Wall Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wall

My ears talk with the sounds, my eyes with the words on papers
I hate the walls
When younger, much younger, I loved a song about the prisoner
"He hates wall"
The music is soft, softer than silk and the chilly cloudy day here
Word Orpheus
Talks to me, and forced me to jump, "Go and write, the inspired"
Rainer Maria Rilke
His selected poems, a foreword, they took the wall to laboratory.
"They know wall"
I said and jumped. "But do not feel Asian music; or the African"
Behind my teeth
"The walls...I hate it...I hate it even for imposed word ‘privacy'"
Name Orpheus
The legendary musician, poet, prophet in ancient Greek religion
"Move on move
Meet, Arzhang, Mani and thousands of others...don't stop, wall."
The life charmer
He is for all living things even stones, music to wife, Eurydice.
I listen to Parisa,
I hear Hafez, Saadi and Rumi and many...I read Rilke, Orpheus
Break the walls.