12.5.06

I wait...


I wait for my neighbors to move out
my cat to die. My plants to wilt…
I wait for the rain to darken my sky
high tide to reach my door
for the winter snow
wearing a melancholic smile
an alcoholic grin
like a maniac
I wait for something to happen
something apocalyptic…
apprehensive of what will become
of tomorrow when today dies
without a choreographed finish
like an arm falling to a chair
no one to care
or garnish
its end by a dance
like you did on the day
I left…
and I wait for you
by the evening lamp
desolate and damp
holding my knees under my chin
like a fetus waiting to be born
waiting to see the light
scream the scream
swim the swim
and leave the water
of the damp womb of my room…
How many cords have I cut before
births did I lead
wrists did I slit
how many arms did I watch
dropping silently to a chair
without any final
choreographed gesture
to celebrate the ending of a life
before reliving another
like a pilgrim always coming back
to relive the sorrows of life
like no one else did before

9 comments:

Laila K said...

beautiful.inspiration from sadness.

Unknown said...

can't just keep on waiting! then what?

Anonymous said...

nice..Like the fetus to be born image..can't quite enough tell you how much I feel like this.

PS: my name would not mean anything to u ,so anonymous.

Ghassan said...

I am waiting for something unpleasant to happen, to come to a bad end.. well, bad enough to match my melancholy... or just to age very fast. mostly I'm just venting. but isn't it suspicious that everyone we know is fine?
names always mean something to me, anonymous.

Mar said...

Do you wait for the summer that hasn't begun to pass so you can go back to hibernation to have an excuse for not doing anything because summer here sucks, or is it just me?

His_Instrument said...

Ghassan, your images alluding to reincarnation are really beautiful. We artists are such melancholy people....but boy can we write......I loved it.....

FZ said...

Sometimes I think concrete action is the best cure for restless ruminations that can bring one close to Hamlet-land. Noise and a clash of cymbals can be necessary-- and musical. :)

Unknown said...

dude, pick up!

Amal Ziad Kaawash أمل زياد كعوش said...

Nicely choreographed :)