Call me the olive tree,
or the weeping willow.
In the core of the heart
dwells a deep sorrow.
They've uprooted me,
and left me lifeless.
No one to love or live with,
I am restlessly homeless.
I have nothing to live on
promises are all what I'm fed.
Nothing to drink but,
the blood that they've shed.
Numbness is killing my limbs.
my roots are growing old.
In the UN fridges I'm frozen,
with all the lies that are being told.
This is not however my story.
It is the story of a race
which always fights to live,
and the foe fights to erase.
Yet, call me not the weeping willow
but the OLIVE TREE,
for I'll never surrender or give up
I'll shoot some new roots free.
Comments
Rula
This short piece I wrote a while ago while in Dubai sitting next to a swimming pool watching others at play, and there was a lady who I thought came from Lebanon, this is what came out I suppose it could be from others thoughts and other places.
It must be so hard to have these things happen and feel so helpless:-
Away From Lebanon
Where is your noise, I feel lost in silence
Though the torn people, your people, and my people.
In their eyes dawned a peace that was eternal,
Splashing my thoughts, in this, another land.
Where, I had found this quiet sanctuary.
Away I would scream, in the sanctuaries of my mind
Away let silence be mine, I left you behind.
Screaming buildings, scream as they are torn apart
Only to throw themselves at the ground
Smoking the dust from which they came.
Where child is your mother and father,
That you cry away the hour washing the dust.
The dust of the ages in Varicosed streaks
Clinging to your face with sunken cheeks
I miss you, how I miss you my child.
Broken dreams, amidst all this destruction.
To live with this silence I cannot stand
Forgive me, if only I feel empty in this land.
In this perfect place that you suffer to give me.
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Hope this is not upsetting to you, it was as I saw it at that time in the late 1990's, Yours With lovely thoughts, Ian.T
Thank you dear
Ian..It never upsets me to get a fine company like yours ..Thanks for reading my poem
and for sharing yours...
I think this a good poem, you
I think this a good poem, you wrote it well and I understand.
How difficult human beings can make life, when it is such
a gift, and so short. Big sigh.
"I am poorly homeless."- perhaps poor and homeless.
Poorly in GB English means sick, but perhaps you meant that?
"promises is all what I'm fed." Promise is all I am fed/promises are all that I'm fed.
...new roots" set them free?
Love Nordic cloud.
Well
Thanks for reading dear Nordic and for the corrections too..
With poorly I wanted to show how it is bad and uneasy to bee homeless , I think that
"restlessly"would work better , what do you think?
Also , I think "shoot" here means produce ,so it works well with the new roots..
Appreciate your valuable suggestions indeed.
thank you
What would any onewish more?I am quiet satisfied :-)
hello Rula,
Your title intrigued me...but the uneven rhyming threw me off. In some verses you rhymed and others you didn't. All in all, I found it to be a worthwhile read because of the strong feelings expressed within. These lines in paticular touched me:
I have nothing to live on
promises are all what I'm fed.
Nothing to drink but,
the blood that they've shed.
always, Cat
Appreciated comment dear Cat
Thanks for reading and dropping a comment . I know I do very little comments on yours or anyone's else but I promise to come soon and do what I can. Concerning your critic. do you have any suggestions of improvement..
Many thanks in advance..