I look at you
I listen to you with the ear of my heart
I focus on your face and your body language
I open myself to possibility
I leave judgement behind
I come from a place of compassion
I rejoice in your happiness
And am saddened by your sorrow
I acknowledge you
I add another few bricks to the house of
Our friendship
January 18th, 2018
The web of love
Entangles us like little flies
The connections we make
With souls who live
Close to us
Trap us
Capture us
Once in a while
We must leave our web
It hurts to go
It’s hard to fly
Then we are caught
In another web
A new web of love
From web to web
We go, we fly
Each time we leave,
we take some of the love
With us
April 6th, 2003
My laughter
Like an explosion of sound
Like thunder over the ocean
Like a waterfall in a lush jungle
Like a cacophony of birds singing
Like blinding lightening
Like a drum roll
Like church bells pealing
Like flashes of light
My laughter
Like hands clapping in joy
Like an orchestra playing
Like the sun shining
Like the wind blowing
Like a volcanic eruption
Like a river rushing by
Like a spring bubbling
Like a rainbow in the sky
January 17th, 2018
What do I do when my heart is injured?
Do I put a bandaid on it to stop the bleeding?
What if the bleeding won’t stop and the band aid
Is not big enough?
Do I tie a bandage around my heart, tight
Then walk around with a bandaged heart for a while?
And what will I do to prevent further hurt and injury?
Do I encase my heart in a hard shell
So it stays safe from the next cut or breakage?
What should I do when my heart gets injured?
January 16th, 2018
Two people speaking at the table next to me
In French
The faint sound of music playing in the background
The sound of dishes, clanking against each other
Chattering away
The sound of the chair being pulled on the ground
Groaning as if in pain
Other voices
Other people talking
My notebook
My pen with the statue of the Martini Tower hanging from it
The hum of conversation is oddly calming
There are people around me
But they don’t demand my attention
The music is lovely
Not too loud
I sit next to the large window
With my coffee
And a copy of Imaginative Writing
From which I got a writing prompt
And started writing
January 10th, 2018
Premiere Moisson
My bracelets
Gold
Round
Shiny
My bracelets
My connection to Iran
My connection to my childhood
My constant companions
Jewelry I got from my mom
They let you know when I’m near
They jingle as I move
My kids have played with them
When they were young
They have stayed with me
Throughout the years
Through the good and the hard times
I buy other bracelets
Thinking I’ll wear them sometime
But my golden bracelets
Are the ones that are constantly
On my arms
January 11th, 2018
Guests
Guests from Shiraz
Guests from other cities in Iran
Guests from other cities of the world
Friends
Relatives
Friends of friends
Guests
What I remember of my childhood home
The well used large dining table
The big back yard
With the weeping willows
Where I roamed and daydreamed
Dancing with the willow trees
Guests for dinner
Guests who stayed
Bringing pieces of the world with them
Entertaining guests
Is what defined our home
January 10th, 2018
Broken mirrors
Broken dreams
What was once beautiful
And reflected light
Now, lies shattered on the ground
Did the person who break the mirrors
Not appreciate the artistry and hard work of the person
Who put them up?
Why did he find pleasure in destroying
What someone had built with care and love?
The shards of glass litter the ground
They can now cut with their jagged edges
And draw blood
Before, they reflected beauty and light
Now, they represent destruction and anger
And can do harm
This site of beauty destroyed
Holds the gaze of one who passes by
What happened here and why?
Amid this destruction
There are elements that survived
There are structures that stand tall
To testify to resilience
To defiance
To strength
To hope
And there are small pieces of mirror left
That continue to reflect the beauty that surrounds them
Nevertheless, seeing the shattered glass
Saddens the heart and
Makes one wonder
What part of human psyche
Craves this kind of destruction
May 22nd, 2016
A year in review
Of joy and of sorrow
Of cheerful meetings and sad partings
Of laughter and tears
Of excitement and fears
It’s been an eventful year again
Bonds of friendship have been strengthened
And because good friends mean so much to me
It has been an amazing and enriching year
December 31st 2017
When joy gives me wings to fly
When a kind voice warms my heart
When everything seems right with the world
When I feel blessed despite the trials
I feel grateful
Simply grateful
When a good friend reaches out to me
When what I write brings someone cheer
When people come together in a common cause
When the doors open on every side
I feel grateful
Simply grateful
When it seems my prayers have been heard
When I feel healthy and content
When I can write and contemplate
I feel grateful
Simply grateful
And that’s how I feel as I write these lines
With a heart full of joy and a big bright smile
I’m feeling grateful
Simply grateful
December 17th, 2017
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