War Poem in our Time of Madness
At the hour when it seems we’re about to send more troops to die, and the madmen at the wheel of the Ship of…
Ah coy crescent hiding in a blush of sky
so many want to see you and
hold you to our hearts
each in our own perimeters however
spread across the earth all searching
for your quick eyeblink that promises
untold bounteous rewards for our
month of doing without in
obedience to first sighting you nearly
hidden as always in your rosy cheek of clouds
What a miracle! That there could be
only one of you when so many
hearts have mirrors extended skyward to reflect your
silvery light asliver with such slight
shiveriness and so soon
gone again below the curve of our brows
And why not many crescents in God’s
Generous Splendor that not each
statue of us stand stock still on the
exact same spot of day but each of your
lovers has your breath upon our glass
a mist of love you sign your shy
name to
furtive in the sky
as we end our fast?
8/29/2011 (29 Ramadan) (from Ramadan is Burnished Sunlight)
Categories: Poems, Ramadan / 'Eid, Fasting