I wonder where my feelings would go
If I didn’t write
I think the’d be all bottled up
Emotions swirl in my heart
I feel them strongly most times
They need a release
Somewhere to go
So, as words on paper
They flow
That brings me a sense of peace
I feel less distressed
More at ease
Writing my solace
My intimate friend
One who’s alway ready
To listen
January 28th 2018
Shiraz
My childhood
My early teens
Traditional Persian music
An underlying sense of sadness
That’s what the music evokes in me
I don’t know why
Somehow I associate it with
Melancholy
Despondency
Something somewhat tragic
Maybe there is a sadness in the
Voices of those who sing
Maybe I just remember sad things
People living difficult lives
Not reaching their potential
Being deprived of freedom
So much wasted potential
And yet they sing
They carry on
What choice have they after all
January 26th, 2018
Once more I’ve left my cellphone at home
Once more I feel cut off from the world
I can’t reach out to my friends around the globe
I don’t know what’s happening in their world
We live such different lives now
Constant connection is what we have access to
If that’s what we want
I can talk to a friend across the ocean
As if she’s sitting by my side
I can ask her opinion
Or share a poem or a song
No wonder why I feel disconnected
From my friends
It’s amazing how technology
Has changed our lives
January 23rd, 2018
There is a little ache in my heart
Sometimes I try to ignore it
Sometimes I give it attention and acknowledge it
Sometimes a few tears fall from my eyes
Heartache has no cure
It needs to take its course
Medicine can’t help
Neither can herbs nor potions
I’ll stay with you heartache
Till you’ve been satisfied
That you’ve made your presence known
You’re not something I can ignore or avoid
January 22nd, 2018
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
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
Winter
Holiday season
Travel
Missed airline connection
Frustration
Impatience
Resignation
A different sort of connection
Impossible without the missed one
Sometimes the world seems to have
No rhyme or reason
Sometimes what seems random
Is actually not
I’m learning to take what comes
Try not to make a fuss
In every missed opportunity
Could be waiting
Another one
Never despair
January 15th, 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
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