Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Naughty Mist

There was a mist
Wanted to linger with the sea
To stand still at the edge of shore
So it can read Poetry
To peak on the sky kissing the sea
Ushering with drapes of sky
Mid of romance the horizon is lost
Like a naughty child
Insisting to float in a silent giggles
That brings laziness to the morning light
With out words it wants to learn
Getting hands on a new silent poetry
With every tide
Living shells behind
Poetry scattered
In every wave ending a journey
A verse in sound of waves

Copyright 2006, Nasra Al Adawi



I hope this poem is not too much but I was inspired to write it after my great experience having to read poetry to students. I would like to thank Muscat School for their kind invitation and each students that I met allowing me to recite a bit of poetry and to share some insight on writing poetry. I also received a lovely thank you note from one of the teachers Ms. Julie Armstrong who had encouraged me to go and pay them another visit and share more poetry with students.

16 Comments:

Blogger Don Iannone said...

Lovely Nasra...very much so liked this one...the idea of silent poetry is very powerful. This is precisely what the heart knows and does regularly.

Blessings!

1:22 PM  
Blogger J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Wonderful! It's so good that you can share with them. I like the photo, too. Are you in it?

7:50 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Hi J.

yes Im the one who is wearing a scarf with flowers

9:45 PM  
Blogger Brood Mode said...

Nice imagery!

1:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm glad you found an appreciative audience. :) I like this poem that you wrote here, there's a mischief and yet playful. I picture a child running down the beach spreading some kind of joy.

4:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hi, i just came across your blog on my friend's...

this is such a sweet poem!

11:13 PM  
Blogger samuru999 said...

I love this wonderful poem!
And, the picture is great too!
Thank you!

Margie

5:56 PM  
Blogger Ruben said...

I have to admit when I read the title "Naughty mist" my mind went to a diry place. lol

3:51 AM  
Blogger trinitystar said...

Lively Nasra ... poetry is movement in everthing we see and hear. Beautiful. :o)
Namaste!

6:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice, keep writing i like reading ur poems,

8:37 PM  
Blogger Medusa aka expiringpoet said...

Nasra, you are an inspiration :)

6:35 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

I liked this poem very much, especially how you made the mist come alive! Wonderful experience you share.
(I moved back to blogspot. so it's easier to access my website for you and others.)

9:06 AM  
Blogger Plus Ultra said...

Lovely, I like the lyrical style, I certainly will work on your article and the answers, please give me some time I want to do justice to you and your literary piece, thanks

7:56 AM  
Anonymous zingtrial said...

Nasra my friend,Nice pic's.Good writting.Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou are more lovely and more temperate .....W. Shakespeare. He!He!He!Poatry moved me and made me happy :).
Thanks for sharing
Wish you well

2:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful...thank you

12:22 AM  
Blogger M. Shahin said...

"To stand still at the edge of shore
So it can read Poetry
To peak on the sky kissing the sea
Ushering with drapes of sky"

Beautifully worded, and these lines above captured my gentle attention. Eloquent expressions that takes us into different dreams.

Thanks for sharing :-)

10:43 AM  

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