~ Wooden Soul ~
Trace the stillness
A wooden soul
In vibrant testimony
Of what craftsmanship and time creates
Now trace the curves
How many hands had ever touched
A still door !
So it can only feel its inner beat
With all the engraving
A secret beyond wood curving
A breathing soul
"Even doors, as silent as it seems,
It has a voice that can not be silenced"
Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi
April is the moneth of poetry... Dare yourself to see how far can you write...
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Labels: NaPoWriMo, Nasra Al Adawi, poetry
posted by iamnasra at 12:06 PM
2 Comments:
I love the idea of a door - or anything else seen, potentially - having its own voice. But I speak falsely. It is not an idea, but a fact.
Impressive..
Take care
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