Crawling down the habitual
stairs -he knew-
to the occupancy of
the coffin he had before
Wrapping the white cloth
reminiscence of of
a day , in heaven
he was unwrapped ashore
Next to the ancient scars
yet again, fresh
wound in the old corpse
Full of blood and gore ..
Laid on his right side ..
Facing the Qibla ,
Curled like a question mark
In the ground ground floor ..
Looking up to a light
Shimmering above …
God .. Not again
Posted on August 17, 2012, in Photography, Poems and tagged Death, Destiny, Egypt, mausoleum, Photography, Poem, Poems, poetry, TarekOfCairo. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Oh wow Tarek… great poetry…intensely powerful… seems symbolic of — life/death ~rebirth perhaps… he’s been through this ritual before, and remembers. Metaphors are so effective ~ much enjoyed!
as for what i c…this s a lot of pain..ease ur soul .. pains are meant to revive our souls .. great pain>>>great soul
The picture is incredibly mating with the meanings & the spirit .. This is a classy level of feelings for a sensitive poet !
The Photo was taken in Bab Zweelah , one of the old gates of Cairo, it has everything to do with the poem .. may be I will reflect on that in another post .. thank you for the thought and the kind compliment .. you are so generous ..
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