Friday, April 11, 2003

Pieces of Me

Your absence is scattered around the house
Like pieces of me
And I miss you
Every time
In spite of myself
Maybe I’m just bored
With my own company
Maybe I just like yours
In any case
Won’t you remember
Next time
To pack your absence along with you?

My mother told me
My hands grew larger
As she bid me farewell
My mother told me
She strung herself
A laundry line for my dreams.
How could I let them blow away?

© Copyright 2003 Obeida Sidani

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very difficult to decide! Utter bifurcation; up till “won’t you remember,” the poem is fairly childish and I have read the same in things you have written a thousand times before. Adds nothing new to my faculties.
-The three lines including “won’t you remember” present a clear le3eb alal kalem that is not disturbing however as it is very intelligent and strangely loving and sincere. After that, the poem turns into “pure silk.” I love it and were all of the poem at such a niveau it would have been one that you definitely are to include.

Ton frère Ahmad