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Karintena*
Celebration
To the flying soul
of poet Akeel Ali
1
On the way to far away shores
The waves pant,
The waves which are the soul of the ocean,
The endless ocean.
And every time it gulped its spit
Its breasts' sun shins
And its departure is forever a moan
Sailing
Ragamuffins,
Merchants,
Assassins,
Moons,
Stars,
Angles,
And from the first step
During the festive seasons
Its lilies hop,
The bang's appetite
Is the excuses' hemorrhage that never end
Since the crow buried his brother's loins.
2
Alert
unsympathetic
By a touch
On the cheek's sand.
Slumbers...
To wake up…
And as if
born at once
From his inhalation crib.
3
The night bird
Without a shadow
On the Karintena*
celebration
In a sorrow departure,
While
His wings are waves of light
Infixing the breeze,
The poems' breeze that strikes like a headache on
Judgment Day.
4
Under the wombs' shadow,
cheeks of sand,
infected soap of the shrine,
And the appetite of the awakening....
The transparent evenfall train,
breathes the horizons,
Carries some of the secrets' pallium
And without opposites
Enjoys the moment of recovery.
Karintena*: small
city in Baghdad the capital of Iraq.
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