I submit to you
My poetic Diary...
Words that float from within..
Yet nothing has certainty....
It is about taking it one day at a time...
I’m touched by life and circumstances..
And I begin over here ....
2004, Nasra Al Adawi
posted by Nasra AL Adawi at 2:18 AM
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Reading the poemAndSheddingTears of happyness
beautiful and moving!excellent poem nasra!eid mubarak!
very nice~ i like 'for a gasp of hope'. Having hope is like taking a deep breath.
Asslam Silly AdvenureHow are u keeping up...I have been out of writing mood...So my poem its still rusty..Im glad you liked it GulnazI hope you have had lovely Eid tooDeemLong time I have lost in touch with u deem ...Im glad to see over here in my blog
My spirit stumblesStruggle continuesFor a gasp of hope.............How so true.......
simple and moving.. Hope is indeed like a gasp of air.. flling you with life.. can't live without it.
Hi Nasra,That one word gasp is so powerful, whether it be for a gasp of air to live, or a gasp in shock, joy, or devastating sadness. Unrelenting sadness pounds at my insides, as I read your words and think about its meaning. I want to stem the torturous flow of rain, wishing the sun would shine upon this person and bask him/her in love.
Hi Nasra,lovely poem it was...And I love poetry...Btw good to see you on my blog....keep visiting..
that is how i feel and reading this really felt like i was gasping for some hope and the words fell down like teardrops. beautiful rhythm Nasra :)(btw, thanks for all your sweet comments on my blog :)
seemed to me like a continuous set of unfortunate incidents.. can i ask you a question? wouldnt u agree that writing about pain/sadness is easier than writing about happiness??
Nasra,I suggest you should add more positive thoughts to your poems.Reincarnation Suggested!
hey therethis is my first time here. came through nicole's blog.enjoyed myself thorougly reading the posts.cheers!(drop by my blog sometime at:http://shubhodeep.blogspot.com)
Clear! [Getting out the defribulator of hope. Zapping you]. Breathe!! Ok crew, we're going to need a shot of adrenaline right to the sternum. Well done Nas, the picture made me feel like I was swallowing water, trying to get to the surface. I hope you're well.
Too bad I cannnot express myself with poetry. It is beyond mere words. I feel pain when I read it. I feel I should offer you hope or a hug.
lovely poem but sad, we all journey on for that gasp of hope I suppose
was this created when you were down? so sad
I write some of my best poetry when I am down. Ever see how coal freshly clawed from the earth shines?
touching! there is a beauty in pain
articulation was never more brief. Hats off
Tears dropletsare necessarynot to be coldand without feelingFalling in rainSometimes I think the rain is still underlining my tears or sadnessLost in puddleWhen heavy rain drops are falling into a puddleI like it how they jump highSometimes they create circles at the place where they are lostThere exists a song:One stone/or a raindrop falling in the water makes one or several circles which grow and growSo sadness can also have a healing effectOften when I am sadI am so sobermindedas seldomand I am really disciplinedand achieve much more good workthan when I feel at easeVoice of painYes, pain must have a voiceHow sad, how depressingwhen pain has no voice...often an illness of the stomach followsbecause swallowing painwithout expressing itmakes illSinking spearsYes that is goodwhen being des-illusionedone gets humblerealisticno longer fighting unnecessary battlesbut being calm, praying, hoping and waiting in patience, maturingDeep in wounddeeply wounded - that hurtsespecially when wounded by a person whom one lovesLord, your hand wounds but afterwards healsLike with the stubborn sheepthat always ran away andoften nearly died...The shepherdwounded it...better said:he broke him a legand carried it for long distanceson his shoulderSo they became best friendsthe wound healedand it never again ran awayYears of achingAching is hardbut years???I lived being mobbedduring half a year...that was hell!But for years?Well, when my little sister diedthat was aching for years.Now ten years are overand some months agoI had again good dreams of herno longer feeling that acheeven in my dreamsThere are treesI don't know wherebut it's an area ofmuch winds and stormsWhen the planters grow these treesthey lay a small stone on the crown of the treeand from week to weekand month to month a bigger stoneThis is aching for the treebut on that wayhe is getting strongagainst those stormsI had a colleguewho was my enemyduring two yearsthat was achingAfter these two yearsthe wall was brokenon a day during Christmas Timewe had to do a common joband first words of friendlynessarose from her lips,a smilingand some comforting words...never heard beforebut all thistook a period of achingduring two years...Stuttering in painI had a classmate who wasstutteringAll the other pupilsdidn't know how to handle it.They only spoke short sentenceswith him and thoughtthey could not have a long conversationwith himBut due to my friendly parentswho often invited ill and handicapped peopleI knew:love will break the ice!So I listened to himvery!!! attentively,said often yes, yes, yesand when I could imaginewhich word or sentencehe wanted to pronounceI helped him suggestingfriendlythe end of his sentenceand he oftenfelt released and said:yes, exactly! (or so)During the last stayin Francewith our classbefore we finished schoolwe had a nice walkand I had a conversation with himIt was not only relaxing for himand very stressful for mebut in concentrating so muchand giving him so much strengthof minea sort of friendshipgrewa sort of accepting one another deeplyAlways when I rememberthat stuttering classmateI feel a great comfortand I sensea warm feelingwithin my heartMy spirit stumblesOur pastor often says:Stumbling may happenbut what is still worseisstaying in the mudafterwardsinstead of standing upandcleaning and washing and refreshinggaining new strength, new hopegetting strongerlearning something from itStruggle continuesThe best girl-friend of my mother said:When I have much strugglethe best I can do before, while and after fighting is:prayingPraying as if this would be allhow I could win the priceThe same situationmy grandfather experiencedwhen he had to go to warand God answered hisutter praying:after other soldiers had smoked cigarettes wrapped in bible-paperhe found a page of that bible on the ground.He read it... and guess what?There was written (Psalm 91):even if one thousand will fall to your leftand ten thousand to your rightyou will not be hurtSo the struggle continuedbut my grandpa believedthe devine wordsand rescued one blessed companionafter the otherwhile the bullets were flyingbut really:::he was not killednor even blessed nor woundedFor a gasp of hopeThis gasp of hopehe sharedwith many of his fellowsDo you still havea gasp of hope?Go and share itwith somebodywho longs for helpThanks nasra
got here while surfing... a great find... and a great poem.... :)Eid Mubarak :)
that was good one Nasra, and quite postive too.
like always, you find a piece of glass beneath the waters. thanks for your inspiring poem.
Beautiful Nasra .. I am feeling much better and this was wonderful to come back to ... Bravo!
Dont ever give up.....the spirit shall triumph....the road may be long and the path might be bumpy but hope reins supreme and undefeated.* hugs*
"For a gasp of hope.."This stired in me a lot of feelings and i beleive that we all live in hope alwaya..behind hope there is frustration and helplessness but we never do give up ,do we??
I especially like the ending.
your written words are a gasp of hope; your very breath is a gasp of hope. oh, nasra...this is beautiful and brilliant, rich and deep and exquisitely poetic. your words speak how i feel so wonderfully i wish i had said this. i think this is one of your most beautiful writings. i love it. thank you for saying this for all of us... lovingly yours,diana christinefeminine expressions
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