Natural Beauty and Poetry. On Tuesday, enjoy Yareah poems. This time by Ali Znaidi, an author from Tunisia: Fall. Jingling Boredom, Suggestion, Wind Playing w / Papers Save One, and Nostalgia for Natural Beauty. Have a nice day, friends!
Oh, how the wind makes,
makes the leaves fall from the trees;
Oh, how the rain drops,
drops hastily on the ground;
Oh, how the leaves turn,
turn so yellow and brown;
Oh, how my black hair becomes,
becomes all of a sudden so grey.
What a boring night!
What a deafening silence!
No difference between
the moon & the s[tar]s.
If moon is a rusty brassy (big) coin,
stars are rusty change,
& I’m really fed up w/
that change jingling in my
There is a way to resist
scars of time, like cycads.
There is a way to heal
your crippled memory,
like a psychiatrist.
There is a way to combat
earthly shackles, like a Sufi.
There is a way to feel
your heart ageless,
like a zealous youth.
There is a way to let your body
hug the fathomless firmament,
like a passionate lover.
Just have a dream!
Wind Playing w / Papers Save One
The wrathful wind churned up
piles of papers. It carried them
away save one.
Like a lofty proud palm tree,
it remained anchored.
& the wind mourned its disability
in front of that majestic paper
in which the word freedom
Nostalgia for Natural Beauty
She defines beauty by its innateness,
and its enigma—sinews of mysteries.
She simply defines beauty
the way a rose blossoms
with its universal grammar of grace/
the hint of a novel fresh fragrance
wiping out the stench of the swamps/
a sunny spring furnished with the ululations
She defines beauty by its innateness;
Poor lily was weeping in a remote forest,
lamenting natural innate beauty
destroyed by transformational generative
More about the author: http://sixsentences.ning.com/profile/AliZnaidi