of waiting, wondering
and waking up each morning
to another poet
hoping it's not too late.
i wish today could have been
too late.
call to arms, a poetic stance
my dear friends, unfortunately the people of lebanon continue to suffer under the rain of destruction and violence. therefore, and i am sorry to say, it is not too late to show your support to our dear friend ashraf - whose family are trapped in lebanon still. i would like to thank all of you who have already given your words to the favor of ashraf. we can never have too many poems, too many poets, or too many friends.
5 comments:
I fear it shall not be too late for some time to come
me too ozy. me too.
Dear, even when we're not in touch for a day, you can still read my innermost fears...
Today, on the phone, I brought them down. I just couldn't keep my voice up. So I went and got me some good pills. I can't wait for them to start working; I long for the numbness...
To pass the time, Ahmad has been teaching my cousins German. There isn't much else to do. He always asks how I'm doing. I hate that question.
(Why have I been crying whenever I write to you, even a comment? See, that's why I haven't been writing...)
PS: Thanks for adding the cedar link to the Lebanese Blogger Forum, my new home these days... It's pretty.
Dear katy, you sound so sad. It breaks my heart. Distant consolation comes when the future creates the past.
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