The moon,
cold and comfortless,
shines to its fill.
Light slips through
windows clad in wooden slats.
The night
hushes the stars,
dismayed,
when a car alarm pierces
stillness.
Here and there,
through muffled sobs,
A closet door,
opens, closes,
hinges squealing at the effort-
too much to contain.
The night of the full moon.
The month of satiation
afore
the month of restraint.
All the books,
close,
open,
Not a sound.
Only the clamour of the mind’s jaunt,
Rushing,
Thirsting,
After the shade of the Lord’s smile.
11 replies on “Working towards entitlement”
>:)) amin! Allah ysilmak, glad you liked it crimson.
>”After the shade of the Lord’s smile”
what beauty` š
may he always smile at you.
loved the poem!
>Dew, š shukran, glad you enjoyed it.
artandpoetry, merci! it’s like robert frost said, ‘A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out expression; an effort to find fulfilment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.’
i’ve taken a peek at your site. you write beautifully
>Its a nice poem keep it up!
>Very Lovely Khadijah. Its touched me and made me shivers. I liked the simplicity yet bauty of the imagery.
>ahhhhh yes š
>Allah yslimak!
>It’s quite good msh’Allah.
I truly loved the imagery you used
“The night
hushes the stars”
“Only the clamour of the mind’s jaunt,
Rushing,
Thirsting,
After the shade of the Lord’s smile”
>”like seawater over smooth pebbles”, love the image. merci š
>hmmm… shabaan->shabaan = opp of hungry, full, month of satiation before the month of fasting…?
>this part puzzled me : “The month satiation”
it flowed like seawater over smooth pebbles š