Diamonds in the Night

Entries categorized as ‘Poesy’

sacrifice & surrender

April 24, 2009 · Leave a Comment

shreds of paper skip the pavement
slow wind mourns a melody
lyrics of sacrifice and surrender
now etched in memory

I stumble through your garden
magnolias hold no mystery
your petals are stiff and empty
of the scent I once could see

I feel folk songs moan,
whimper blues harmonica
wheezing fragments of what-if’s
over tequila-salted wounds

makes you wanna wonder
’bout prisons of used-to-be
&    strait-jacket suits
of wanna-be dreams

I barely sniffed the cork
of champagne desires —
effervescing wishes
melting shadows lost to breath

I hear a folk song chorus
chanting hallelujah
anguish goin’ church
in convulsions of regret

tambourine just a-tremblin’
my tangled tongue is speakin’
pleadin’ for wishes
I know will never come

’flicted tremors wrack my body
and tears no longer flow
grief’s blindness broke my hand
on walls of my frustration

I just wanna testify
wails runnin’ ricochet
along freight cars of abandon
’til I lost the will to fight

whistle moans harmonica
guitar is just a-stringin’
I don’t wanna feel
but the pain is just too strong

makes you wanna dance to glory
’had my hand upon the rapture
all she did was shrug
and her smoke slipped through my fingers

harmonica, cry now if you wanna
guitar, sing if you’ve a notion
the storm inside my chest
is pulling me out to sea

beyond the surf which brings tomorrow
&       waves of destiny,
my heart will sail me safely
until horizon is lost to mind

my eyes linger in the dimming
watching sun retreat from night
drifting slowly down
into whirlpool of despair

words catch on teeth of anger
tongue knots in strangled fear
my future crumbles, abandoned
in cold mists of used-to-be

her words walked right out the window
                       across the hill
                       out of my eyes,
extracting comfort by the roots
’til I was silenced by her choice

long, long
the refrain will always echo
strong, strong
the love I had to leave behind
wrong, wrong
the reasons given for the ending
and I will wander wondering,
how it all came undone

by
jamal
ali

© 7 march 2003

Categories: Love · Music · Poesy · Poetry · Relationships
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Zenobia — Dance of Wind

March 17, 2009 · 1 Comment

starts at the end
ends with a sigh
ever the child —
wondrous & free
dancer extraordinaré
physical symphony
with allure as accidental aura
you
a dark vanilla mystery
even to your father…
but mother’s prize
a living memory of magic
once caught betwixt her thighs…..

fluid and soft as tropical rain
&                             the sweat your dance inspires
Zenobia, little wonder
many small men risked all to possess you
                                                   dreaming of owning the wind
they saw you as a mare to ride through the night
ill-equipped to grasp the fantasy
less so for the real
bodies bankrupt in their zeal

to hoofbeat drums
they marched you through the night
— swept across the sea in pirate’s flight
trembling,
now afraid to touch,
the winsome prize once coveted so much
having forgotten
one must be equal to your dream…

paternal pride & anguish
spurred me to your side
I had never seen you,
but once I smelled your fragrant silks
clutched tenderly in my fist
I never doubted I would know you
in a cave on a moonless night
— I had no need of sight

across sand or sea or sea of sand
the aura of my mission heralded my arrival
preceded by tales of battles won
opposition as veils melting in the sun
or                                withering in the night
incarnate Will was I
                             am I
bound to end your plight

when I entered their camp,
I caught your scent — so nice
above the grit of sand
                   clamor of dung
                   riot of curry, ferment & spice

the delicate chime of your ankle bells
&                                                bangled gold-filled ears
were thunderous whispers above the cacophony
and the sweat-stench of their fears
I simply followed the sound of passionate swoons
&                               the rippling wave of terror
expanding in a wake before me

found
my eyes told you you were free to go
& your gratitude melted into love

our romance blossomed during our journey
growing from flower to sacred bush
a girl, you were stolen from your family
but a woman returned now for them to see

once within your father’s sight
                       the light of his smiling eyes
your whimsical pattern of departure returned

dismissing claims of home
&                                    longing hearts,
you mounted my steed behind me
choosing my path to take
we vanished into night
cries of your name lost in our rushing wake

by

jamal
ali

© 4 november 1992

Categories: Love · Poesy · Uncategorized
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