Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Surrender

Reflection of the trees. Everything here is failing, take this beauty, ravaged by an unspeakable pain. edges of my soul wither and brown, dry. turn in upon themselves. A tree loosens its grip on its leaves. Cruel. allows them to die so that it can live. I am dying. Stripped, nothing left but her, the essence; bare and unprotected. Shivering. Free, for all to see. Winter sets in without hope for spring.

8 comments:

brotherhood said...

salaam :D

cool poem! :)

Umar said...

if i understood that poem, i would have left a comment.

Amani said...

I really enjoyed that. Lovely, nice to see another muslima writer. Keep it up.

Asmaa said...

Umar, you DID leave a comment.

Amani, thank you :)

Umar said...

yes, i did.

congratulations on deciphering that.

muhammad said...

lol that was smart umar.. i had to read it twice :o

more poems asmaa :D please

Safiyyah said...

You need to contrast that poem with one about evergreen trees! :-)

awe_schitt said...

keep up the good work. some day i will need you to make-up a poem for me.

keep it touch.