hashalillaah; the daisy -
long l o n g
stalk
bright
face
flawless floating honey-centred milk fan
the grass lies flustered at her feet
at her precocious hovering grace
8.8.07
6.8.07
[pathopoetry] butterfly words
for Neelain Muhammad
My eyes shine
at the fleeting butterfly
from your heart to words
and the roll of your accent
like gentle, old man river
the simple joy of expression
beneath the humble cap, white robe
your skin belies
the warmth of your concern
so put on your glasses
dip your head
to the microphone and
your eyes shine
Bismillaah 'irrahmaan 'irraheem...
My eyes shine
at the fleeting butterfly
from your heart to words
and the roll of your accent
like gentle, old man river
the simple joy of expression
beneath the humble cap, white robe
your skin belies
the warmth of your concern
so put on your glasses
dip your head
to the microphone and
your eyes shine
Bismillaah 'irrahmaan 'irraheem...
Labels:
pathopoetry
4.8.07
[pathopoetry] two names
I know your name
you know mine
our most distinguishing features
it's wonderful
a confidence
defining
I will carry it in apostrophes
over our
electronic common ground
you will come up
in all sorts of interesting places
with marvellous identities and
surprising images
giving you a sidelong glance
I will read your puerile comments
you will sneak a peak at my angst
laughing at what is archived
mortified it's still there
then from time to time
when we remember
we'll wonder
when there's a good link
after that click
that sudden pulse is
binary
so we'll keep the secret
until we are disconnected
then with our hearts brimming
we'll tell someone
to grope the databases
last, and first
you know mine
our most distinguishing features
it's wonderful
a confidence
defining
I will carry it in apostrophes
over our
electronic common ground
you will come up
in all sorts of interesting places
with marvellous identities and
surprising images
giving you a sidelong glance
I will read your puerile comments
you will sneak a peak at my angst
laughing at what is archived
mortified it's still there
then from time to time
when we remember
we'll wonder
when there's a good link
after that click
that sudden pulse is
binary
so we'll keep the secret
until we are disconnected
then with our hearts brimming
we'll tell someone
to grope the databases
last, and first
Labels:
pathopoetry
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