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Working towards entitlement

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”

>”After the shade of the Lord’s smile”
what beauty` šŸ™‚
may he always smile at you.
loved the poem!

>Dew, šŸ™‚ 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

>Very Lovely Khadijah. Its touched me and made me shivers. I liked the simplicity yet bauty of the imagery.

>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”

>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 šŸ™‚

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