A Poem by Faleeha Hassan
Updated: Mar 31
My handsome man
He is busy with another girl
Mellow like a crayon,
We met on the road to the market
Towards the book seller
We only got some pictures
Sold by an immigrant man to a woman
Who sprinkled them with her silence and framed them
" I was going to visit you on that Saturday
But the bus missed me
I drank my tears with my longing
I slept all night with your shadow
But today is Sunday
No messages will arrive
The churches alone prayed for me "
I told him:
" There is no relationship between what we say and what we mean
Let's be careful with the accuracy of the words, the game of interpretation, the borders …. "
" - Did you buy the orange? He asks: "
" - Oh, I forgot it by the clothes-rack, at the cashier "
" - I left my heart with her, maybe she will throw it in a box, it will turn yellow! "
" - I was going to love you, but that cold that runs to me now from the edges of your fingers
holds me back. "
We were babbling,
Then, as always, we are separate.
Faleeha Hassan: She is a poet, teacher, editor, writer, playwriter from Iraq, who now lives in the USA. She is the first woman wrote poetry for children in Iraq. She received master’s degree in Arabic literature, and published 25 books. Her poems have been translated into (15) languages, , her book nominated to Pulitzer Prize on 2018, and she is the cultural Ambassador - Iraq, USA