how I so enjoy
each
your latest
'Poetic Mirage'
I cast my mind to
the flapping robes
you describe
amid those
sands of time
and I imagine there
you
a sheik
a rustler
a copper trader
a wandering Sufi
perhaps
just
collecting his alms
your poems
in very many ways
are your prayers
prayers for self
prayers for peace
prayers for hope
adrift within the reckoning
of your
very own mother land's
divided ways
and domes
you saddle that fence
with appropriate grace
you are a man of two
worlds
reconciling them
with your own heart's pace
I uncap my pen to you
benevolent sir
and bid you much
humble homage
you make the benchmark
of friendship
a touchstone for me
and I ever remain a fan
of not only you
but your
soul seeker's work.............
(July 14, 2011 908pm)
Author's Notes/Comments:
I wrote this poem upon reading a short email from fellow post poems poet Human Pulse. He re worked one of his poems and wanted to share it with me. I was touched by the care and consideration he put into his alteration of it and the compilation of all the poetry he has written and shared with me via email over the years ( a good seven years now or so I do believe) sort of swelled up in me to form a better outline of his remarkable character and how I have grown to perceive him and so this poem came of that. He and I have shared very little personal conversation over the years, we mostly swap short emails and poems back and forth to each other and upon occasion critique the others work here in post poems but he is an abiding soul/force in my life and a fellow spirit wandering a higher plane. I relate to him keenly at that level and he knows I wish him every happiness and stand with him in all things good, poetic, loving and peaceful and
true. To you directly Fahad, thank you eternally for always encouraging me and sharing that beautiful part of yourself that you perhaps hide from others in your every day life. Your spiritual generosity to me has not gone unnoticed all these fast passing years. I hope we remain alike minded poets for endless eternities to come......
Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you for sharing this. The kind of friendship and literary connection you have with Fahad is of a rare kind. Poetic Mirage was well written from your heart which touched the sentimental side of me. Your explanation completed my illusion that this one was written to a very very special friend. May your bond last forever. Exchanging your ideas with someone who shares your interest is a higher kind of connection.
Shye
“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi
Thank you so much Vixen.............
yes............you might say he is a poetic column in my life. I admire his other worldly not yet quite so comfortable with writing in English way of expressing himself. I feel it brings out a more pure beauty in his poems. If he ever became perfectly fluent in English I dare fear he would read as just any other run of the mill poet but I like his vernacular and how he crafts his thinking in another language into ours. He strikes me as a poet who works very hard on his craft and yet it doesn't read as forced but as quite natural in it's slow flowing way........Check out his work he is here on post poems under the id Human Pulse..............
Thanks. I'd check human pulse
Thanks. I'd check human pulse too. In a way I'm like him. My language is Tagalog but I improved my vocabulary through reading and watching English movies. Our medium of instruction in school is English but most who depended on the English subject in school do not write or speak the way I do. I always loved your language because one can get around speaking it anywhere. Thank you for sharing. He found a good and understanding friend in you. Not to mention a very talented writer.
Shye
“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi
Poetic Mind
As I said earlier, I admire your ability to respond swiftly and spontaneously in a poetic way! Just as spontaneous as a flower dissipates it's fragrance.
I wish I have the same talent, "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak"
Times, I feel there is something to be written, yet I fail to say. My vocabularies, often I feel, keep running away.
But, in any way,
If I go back to the human models you've listed in your poem:
" a sheik
a rustler
a copper trader
a wondering Sufi "
I would chose to be the last one … as long as I can afford a bread to bite, a notion to write, a drink to drink, an internet link
Sufi is a good thing to be. I have my own style of Sufism.
Cheers.