الاثنين، 10 أغسطس 2009

Mirrors of Illusion-By: Rita Odeh






Haiku be: Rita Odeh, Nazareth, 2006
Haiga by: Kuni Shimizu, 2006
worldhaiku




Mirrors of Illusion
Rita Odeh


Isn't it Time
To set my body free
From the bottle of perfume
To set my pain free
From the the coffins of the tribe
To set my neck free
From the scaffold of injustice
And my face
From the mirrors of illusion
To look for my voice
In the chat of seabirds
To the waves
To draw my identity card
In the whisper of the papers
To the waves of ink


~


A Heavenly Butterfly

With a butterfly like me
You don't need a net
For you can be
A flower in which
I long to rest


~


I Release Your Wings

Don't enter
the cage of my heart
as a tame bird.
Be free ..free
Fly high ..high
because
this is only how
I can
adore you


~


Trapped In My Net

Like a baby lion
into my net
you come strutting
asking to be caught

Aren't we already caught
in the cage of
Life, baby..?!


~


Belonging

Play as you wish
on my strings
Nobody owns
the keys of my violin
except me..!


~


The Game Of Words

If you accept a woman
born of nothing but words
and can give nothing but words,
then I"ll bless
our birth
from the womb
of language,
and I'll bless
the expected mess
of our dream's sparkles



~



Resurrection

How delicious
death can be
when I live
the resurrection
of me
on your palms


~


Adam And Eve

He promised
fields of wheat.
He promised
Love and heat.
She received nothing
but waves of hate



~



A Well Of Pain

I pour my pain
as a fall
inside the well
of your heart.
Your lips
Sip it
Drop by drop



~



Weeping Wets
The Poem's Dress

Don't wash
in the rain of my pain,
So that you won't catch
the virus of writing
from the deepest point
Of the heart


~


Confession

My buds
have never blossomed
on any branch
at any time
exceptf
the moment your heart
Flirted the strings
of my affection



~



Worship

When as a migratory bird
your wings landed
on my palm
I became a homeland


~


You Or The Poem

I have always been
out of breath
after the steps
of a man by my charms
to hunt a poem.
But, when my heart fell in love,
the "poem" began
Chasing, detaining, surrounding me
Hunting my strength,
and my weakness


1998

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