22 May 2007

... FROM OUR CLUTCHED HANDS



today is a refuge from tomorrow
a hiding place from the inevitable
a deceit onto ourselves
an inner clamor towards the unknown
a sinking into distraction

tonight is a flight into our memories
a longing for the anonymous
a weeping for deeper rains
a voiceless song
a slipping into intangibles

this moment is a look into our own faces
the patterns of walls and lost days
singling out that one non-essential
that one lonely morsel of knowing
which no earthly power can exact from our clutched hands
_

2 comments:

transient said...

I'm glad you're writing again, this is your's right? nice.
BTW is that J?

Ibn Bint Jbeil said...

thanks transient, glad you like it. i wrote it as i watched news from
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yes, it is indeed a drawing of J. it's actually a pastel drawing that i scanned and intensified the color on the كَنبيوطَر