Tag: reflection
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A Trance
I shuffle my boots, dancing behind ruffled golden hair. The floor taught me the beat, but a trance is out there. The music rolls on, as I walk past a drunk crowd. In two sections they stand, as loudness gets loud. I feel a long trembling; it’s something awry now spawned. Beguiled in this trance,…
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Atmospheric Pressure
Therospheric pulls, gravitational waves, So close to earth, caught in my earthling ways. Homeward bound — to touch the soft ground. Return to the heavens, I hear again sound. Mesospheric ice, it’s so cold that it burns, A meteorite in night, unbound it returns. Consumed in a blaze, it can shrivel to dust. My spacesuit…
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The Moon Howls
Did you know that the moon howled? Behind its brightened face in space, On the darkened side where secrets hide. Beneath the craters of pale white, Out of reach and beyond our sight. I heard it loud when I was adrift. A howling moon that the stars can hear. The spacemen at times, they speak…
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Begotten to Begone
In sunlight, when the sky still smiled; Idyllic dreams, loving desire. The heart dives deep, lovingly unbridled. Hell to skeptics and romance deniers. Zealous love; that sits like a cloud, it hovers there and barks aloud. New Zealand coasts, the story transpires. A legend told, at tomorrow’s campfires. It was like Peter and Wendy, but…
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Feeling
My soul consumed deep with this feeling, the kind that rips me up and leaves me reeling. Pulled apart as easily as Papier-mâché, the colors torn, like an Angelfish laid filleted. Submerged completely deep in the depths of love, I stayed below but she watched coolly from above. Endlessly submerged, that’s how I thought it…
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Nights Like These
It’s days like these where there is too much time in the air, slowly unwinding and peeling back. In that sliver of moment that drags on, my memories spread like a freshly ironed shirt. The creases straightened flat, the valleys and days lay bear for my eyes to see. Seeing, my mind falls back to…
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An Effigy
First there was a sequel now a third! A month of trilogies–the pain, the hurt, and the loss. The credits named three obituaries, another one joins the ranks of those two lost. Still I expected its coming, though I knew not the face, for God always works in cruel wonders when he decides to greet…
Writings by Samson Mousa 