Poem by Yasmine Harmoush
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POEM BY YASMINE HARMOUSH
The Lebanese writer Yasmine Harmoush from Al - Safira Al - Dinniyeh, her field of specialization is financial accounting. She has two books entitled (Al-Yasmine) (Qatuf Al-Yasmine). Her writing has topped all Arab and Western fields.
SCARY WOMAN
I serchead
In the city
About the coat
It covers my beauty
But he didn't cover it
The magic of her beauty
It was her legs
Longer than a winter's night
Her steps are faster
From the heartbeat
She struts with pride
he said to her:
I will carry you from among
Loin of balconies
I will fly with you like a feather
Lighter than the breeze
And I hear your words
Not like words
I will squeeze your letters
In the alphabet cup
And pour you into the toast of life
I will give you medicine
It cures my illness
Who mutes languages
I will pick pomegranate blossoms from you
And I plant it in an orchard
Turquoise
And pour the scent of roses
On the edge of your mouth
Dripping with the fragrance of passion
One of the characteristics of your hair
It pours drop by drop
In a bottle filled with love
What a whisperer he was jealous of
Playing flutes
I'll spill ink on you
In the pool of poets
And whenever you violate
The Ten Commandments
I'll punish you with a hug
The fountain pen breaks
He scatters words
And when you are obedient
I will free your braids
And he took you away
We rock together
With the raging wind
Our hair is flying
With wave frequencies
We collect love letters
From the sky dictionary
Then we walk around
In areas of space
we sit
Around a fireplace full of stars
We're chatting
With dust particles
And right before nap
Magic flashes
We accept the furrows of the moon
We sleep in light dormitories
We seek refuge under the quilt of the abyss
Without whispers and night whispers
NEW BIRTH
Clouds pregnant with jealousy
She frowned at me
She complained to fate...
So she gave birth
And drops soaked in blood
Then the censers of life went out!
Clouds said
Oh girl of the moon
And the neighbor of the stars
Choose magical flowers
Choose a flower
Not like the rest of the dice
Not Narcissus
Like an arrogant daffodil
Nothing like the magic of a lotus flower
Choose her as a rebel
And break the power of her pride
Pluck its petals
One after another
Make it a puppet in your hands
Feedback
did..
The first petal was...
He doesn't love me!
Last..
Ascetic in the temple of my love
So I announced my birth date
I have given up the reproach of life
I wandered into a space of hope
I lived among the mountain peaks
And she took a red rosy cheek
velvety
"Wreaths of mountains" were distributed.
And I fell asleep
Without discomfort and insomnia!
I dreamed
Daydream...
Mixed between reality and fantasy
In which he escapes from the swarm..
And loitering on the sidewalks of the mirage!
SOUL FRIEND
I caught a glimpse of my soul mate
On the edge of imagination...
So I walked a distance
Three decades and a few wounds...
Without misery or trouble..
We met at the intersection of imagination
Ain al-Ghadir sank.
A flood that drowned the ocean...
After a sigh broke the silence...
We exchanged conversations in whispers.
With letters containing
Secrets of the soul...
Jasmine scent
It was imprinted on his cheeks
You melted away from me
A whirlwind of memories...
Prepared Angela Kosta
