1 minute reading time (112 words)

On Your Asking

You asked me what it was all about,

Why men and women dwelt so much

On the slanting tangents

Of come vague philosophy

And what I felt it was, and why

It was like this?


Sometimes, then, to answer your questions,

I dress my thoughts in brilliant costumes,

Beautiful, eloquent words,

But to tell the truth

There is no way I can really say

Anything at all;


People have experienced these things--and these

Things are better felt, after all.


As to the 'why'

Hanging over your brow

Like a dark raincloud of expectancy--

That you must resolve for yourself

Before the thunder finally breaks….




(Pub in ''Bitter Oleander Review'', USA 2012)

New Exodus (Syria 2016)

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