Written by Dr Amira Rouigui tunisian poet/ thé icon of life .. thé icon of love

By the Tunisian Arab poet, Professor Dr. Amira Al-Ruwaiki

 

– … Know

I am addressing whoever reads

Here

Is the icon of life

And the icon of love

And I remember that I am this

A child

Hanging the lace of the icon

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And waiting for the return of the beloved

From beyond fate

And thoughts

Without heads

And quarrels

That do not tread the earth

Nor reach the moon

And the nonsense of

Separation

Nor waiting

At stations

Yet to be built

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How do destinies unfold?

Is it from the petals of rain?

Or from the shimmering of sleep

On a pillow that abandons

Dreams?

 How many questions are there?

Petals of the moon

A moon that may reach

From the sky

And the earth

And an icon that claimed to be

Life

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Take me to the heat

O rain

Baptize me with abandonment

O leaves

My night above me

Without order

How much the systems hide

Kills the flowers

Assassinate

An icon

How much I remember

Is there a memory for boredom?

So that

No, rather I always rebel against rhyme

There is no rhyme

I write

Until I remember

I am a human being

Not a woman

Not a man

Not a stone

Not a tree

Not alleys of clarity

Not empty letters

But merely a human being

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Here it gets wet

Stutters

Eases

Gasps

Life

Waits

My feelings

I do not moan with inanimate objects

A human being

Here it is born

A tender one

Blossoms

Loves

Burns

– …

Did you invent

machines to cut down trees?

Are you the ones who decide when

days are born?

Who doesn’t?

Are you the ones who decide?

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And it ends at dawn

Dawns

At mid-morning

Using a human

At sunset

Tomorrow a lover

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By God, how foolish are the shadows

Pressing against the wall

Foolishness collapses

The shadows grow

The wallpaper of fate

Folds breaths that were

On the nonsense of fools

Under