Gasp
Tears droplets
Falling in rain
Lost in puddle
Voice of pain
Sinking spears
Deep in wound
Years of aching
Stuttering in pain
My spirit stumbles
Struggle continues
For a gasp of hope
Copyright 2005 nasra al adawi
posted by iamnasra at 2:18 AM
25 Comments:
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 Advenure
How are u keeping up...I have been out of writing mood...So my poem its still rusty..Im glad you liked it
Gulnaz
I hope you have had lovely Eid too
Deem
Long time I have lost in touch with u deem ...Im glad to see over here in my blog
My spirit stumbles
Struggle continues
For 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.
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 :)
Nasra,
I suggest you should add more positive thoughts to your poems.
Reincarnation Suggested!
hey there
this 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 droplets
are necessary
not to be cold
and without feeling
Falling in rain
Sometimes I think the rain is still underlining my tears or sadness
Lost in puddle
When heavy rain drops are falling into a puddle
I like it how they jump high
Sometimes they create circles at the place where they are lost
There exists a song:
One stone/or a raindrop falling in the water makes one or several circles which grow and grow
So sadness can also have a healing effect
Often when I am sad
I am so soberminded
as seldom
and I am really disciplined
and achieve much more good work
than when I feel at ease
Voice of pain
Yes, pain must have a voice
How sad, how depressing
when pain has no voice...
often an illness of the stomach follows
because swallowing pain
without expressing it
makes ill
Sinking spears
Yes that is good
when being des-illusioned
one gets humble
realistic
no longer fighting unnecessary battles
but being calm, praying, hoping and waiting in patience, maturing
Deep in wound
deeply wounded - that hurts
especially when wounded by a person whom one loves
Lord, your hand wounds but afterwards heals
Like with the stubborn sheep
that always ran away and
often nearly died...
The shepherd
wounded it...
better said:
he broke him a leg
and carried it for long distances
on his shoulder
So they became best friends
the wound healed
and it never again ran away
Years of aching
Aching is hard
but years???
I lived being mobbed
during half a year...
that was hell!
But for years?
Well, when my little sister died
that was aching for years.
Now ten years are over
and some months ago
I had again good dreams of her
no longer feeling that ache
even in my dreams
There are trees
I don't know where
but it's an area of
much winds and storms
When the planters grow these trees
they lay a small stone on the crown of the tree
and from week to week
and month to month a bigger stone
This is aching for the tree
but on that way
he is getting strong
against those storms
I had a collegue
who was my enemy
during two years
that was aching
After these two years
the wall was broken
on a day during Christmas Time
we had to do a common job
and first words of friendlyness
arose from her lips,
a smiling
and some comforting words...
never heard before
but all this
took a period of aching
during two years...
Stuttering in pain
I had a classmate who was
stuttering
All the other pupils
didn't know how to handle it.
They only spoke short sentences
with him and thought
they could not have a long conversation
with him
But due to my friendly parents
who often invited ill and handicapped people
I knew:
love will break the ice!
So I listened to him
very!!! attentively,
said often yes, yes, yes
and when I could imagine
which word or sentence
he wanted to pronounce
I helped him suggesting
friendly
the end of his sentence
and he often
felt released and said:
yes, exactly! (or so)
During the last stay
in France
with our class
before we finished school
we had a nice walk
and I had a conversation with him
It was not only relaxing for him
and very stressful for me
but in concentrating so much
and giving him so much strength
of mine
a sort of friendship
grew
a sort of accepting one another deeply
Always when I remember
that stuttering classmate
I feel a great comfort
and I sense
a warm feeling
within my heart
My spirit stumbles
Our pastor often says:
Stumbling may happen
but what is still worse
is
staying in the mud
afterwards
instead of standing up
and
cleaning and washing and refreshing
gaining new strength, new hope
getting stronger
learning something from it
Struggle continues
The best girl-friend of my mother said:
When I have much struggle
the best I can do before, while and after fighting is:
praying
Praying as if this would be all
how I could win the price
The same situation
my grandfather experienced
when he had to go to war
and God answered his
utter praying:
after other soldiers had smoked cigarettes wrapped in bible-paper
he 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 left
and ten thousand to your right
you will not be hurt
So the struggle continued
but my grandpa believed
the devine words
and rescued one blessed companion
after the other
while the bullets were flying
but really:::
he was not killed
nor even blessed nor wounded
For a gasp of hope
This gasp of hope
he shared
with many of his fellows
Do you still have
a gasp of hope?
Go and share it
with somebody
who longs for help
Thanks 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 christine
feminine expressions
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