I can laugh at a swans's hiccup

At times I might laugh at a swan's hiccup...

Ok! Today I made a pack. I will just type the first thing I find in one of my note books. There is usually some sort of a poem I have in one form or another in back of my note books!

Notebook#1 ! Oops! Nothing, Nada, Zeech! (These are by the way the expressions I use with my students to emphasis the value of zero!) to my surprise there was only private Gibberish!

Maybe note book #2 is the charm? It has to be  Yes there are somethings that looks like a poem or a poem want to be. So here we go: (pictures byValadimr Kush and poem by me)

In my road of desire

Paintings: V ladimir Kush

I might have been water

In front of a duck

I tasted the sun

At times I might laugh 

at a swan's hiccup
or cherish a Stork's sneeze!

 


Moon can't cover the width of my wants

Since I love the ocean

being a stranger in my own town

makes me cry

 



Many of times

I have traveled unpaved roads

and adored the night

In it's vastness

one can play hide and .........

 

I love hiding behind a tree

I understand sitting 

quietly screaming in a corner

crying in peace

I raised a flower so deep

it lost it's petals

one by one

My thoughts grew 

developed, took shape

then vanished

What I loved most

became a stranger

and died tomorrow!
 

Some one who looked like a ghost said:

"You! So lovely!

in you exists the new breath

You shall be mine"

that made me laugh

In God's longest night

I gave the fire dance

for the moon and butterfly

"belonging to..."
That made me cry!
P. sometime last year.....

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

  I know that I will have no time to post my poems once school starts but I'll try to randomly post them here.:)