SS # 54: In the News

In the news

they keep on repeating

what happened years ago.

Keep on making me

feel the pain

and the anger

at my brothers and sisters

in Islam.

No sense of decency,

no sense of respect.

O Muslims!
Why do you not follow

the best example

that has been laid out for you

on a clear path!
O Muslims!
Why do you not

observe the Quran

and treat it like it is meant to be treated:
with respect!
O Muslims!
Why are you

marking all of our foreheads

with blood

and making us all criminals

in the eyes of the West!
Why do you not let the truth

shine through?
Surely,

Islam is a sacred religion,

a pure religion,

not a religion meant to be laughed at.

If some are so blind,

do not poke their eyes with sticks,

to heal them.

SS # 52: In the Kitchen

As a child,
rushing from the TV,
running, running,
to find that meal,
set on the wooden table.

Now,
when I find time to come home,
I see,
maybe cookies,
maybe cakes,
desserts to delight in,
memories to roll in.

Where did it all go?
The aroma,
waffles,
sizzling eggs,
where did it all go?

SS # 51: Inspiration

The fairy's wings flutter and,
a little wind crosses my path.
Some dew an maybe even grass
stuck in it.
I catch it in one hand
and like a bird,
carefully carry it home in two hands.
It's trying to escape.
It knows it can.
But my grip is iron,
and there's no escaping.
I carry it along the path,
a struggling, pecking bird.
A few bruises here and there,
not enough to scare.
Putting it on my desk,
a messy tangle of nature's trash.
Pick out all of the garbage,
only aiming for the gold.
And ah! there it is!
Glittery, golden ideas.
Shining like light on a mirror.
Rippling like a fish's scales.
But oh no! my hand loosened
and there it flutters away,
out the window and away, away, away.
Me clawing at useless air,
my pen untouched and paper not crumpled.
Fool's gold.

SS # 39: Change

A crisp note
flung away.
Floating gently,
rests on the ground.
I see his face.
Tears
Spring to my eyes.
I
who has not cried once,
crying over a damn picture.

Years pass by.
Snow,
Heat,
Flowers,
Colours,
A new moon every month.
My hair is now grey.
How I used to despite that colour!
Learned to accept my life--
without him.

Ring Ring!
Hello?
Hi,
this is Jake Harrison.
Can I talk to Dolly?
I gasp.
Twenty years...
and now...!

I'm sorry,
Mr Harrison.
She had a heart attack.