Poetry – Stranger Paths

Redolent

I close my eyes

And fool my senses

And take barbed wires

For picket fences

Redolent of the ostrich

That did not want to see

Her world as it appeared to be

Imagination growing

Knowing

I’m ALMOST free

Lissome

She wished to be
A lissome tree
A home

For leaves
For flowers
To grow on

Her wish was made true
Now she sits under the sun
Taking in its beautiful rays
Finally becoming one
With this universe

I think I saw you
As you fell
As the world crept closer
As your wings failed to hold you any longer
I knew my arms were too weak
My mouth couldn’t speak
My mind merged with yours
And we soared
That was the last day
An angel ever fell
The devil and the angel
Merged

Dappled

I still see it
Through my brain’s eye
The dappled floors
As I skipped the halls
Sunshine covering me
Heat much too dry
School in the desert
Memories passing by
I

Let

Them

All

Picturesque

A vague memory

A picturesque scene

As the world was ending

I dared to dream

Of the life I have now

Of what seemed so out of reach

The image solidified

As I laid on this beach

…….

If you know my story, you know that I was born in Iraq and escaped the war around 2008. I feel so blessed by the small things and the big things in my life right now. Grateful for it all.

Here’s some AI art of my creation inspired by this poem. Going from war to calm.