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I am just one breath from a thousand voices

November 19, 2023 Geetha B Abandonment, Bodies, Despair, Free verse, Poems, Poesia, Poetry Death, Life, Olive, Olive tree, Palestine, Poems, poetry, Tree, War

I am just one breath from a thousand voices
19 November 2023

I am the vestige of a fake sermon
the redeemer of a so-called vermin
the fate of which they will determine
heads or tails, palms would examine

I am a slowly revived olive tree
My gentle farmers rekindle me
their dreams of liquid green honey
set in their dead eyes that no longer see

My fruit hangs on the West Bank
where every corner smells death dank
metal on their heads lands with a clank
they think my keepers they outrank

I am a call for prayer in their lost homes
to Jerusalem, Rome and all those golden domes
The mind of each in inner turmoil roams
as fire every inch of their land combs

I am just one breath from a thousand voices
seeping through clenched teeth’s brittle noises
exhaled from tight chests pressed in dead choices
while inhuman armada in kids’ blood rejoices

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Of perhaps and of maybes

September 3, 2015September 3, 2015 Geetha B Abundance, Bare, Chains, Desert, Drunk, Gift, Haiku, Hope, Life, Light, Love, Maybe, Mind, Moments, Olive, Perhaps, Pledges, Poetry, Raw, Roots, Sands, Scent, Sea, Shadows, Skin, Spell, Stream, Time, Token, Torments, Treasure, Unreal, Water, Waves Abundance, Banish, Bare, Blurring, Breathe, Chains, Clout, Desert, Doubt, Drunk, Edges, Fruit, Gift, Glow, Green, Ground, Haiku, Hope, Learn, Life, Light, love, Maybe, mind, Moments, Olive, Perhaps, Pledges, poetry, Rabid, Raging, Raw, Recounts, Roots, Sands, Scarcity, Scent, sea, shadow, Shimmered, Skim, Skin, Spell, Stream, String, Sway, time, Tireless, Tokens, Torments, Translucent, Treasure, Trunk, Unkempt, Unreal, Water, Waves, Weigh, Whimsical

Of perhaps and of maybes

2 September 2015

You didn’t know me

I, gazing back realised

That neither did I

The scent of your skin

I did not know it either

Like a raw green fruit

Translucent and bare

Ripening under some sun

That rose pitiless

Its shadow stretched out

On lands that called to my mind

Loved Tuscanny

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Perhaps life will sway

Buckling under the treasure

Of those lost moments

Perhaps life will weigh

From the fruit at its edges

Like a slanting trunk

Maybe love will skim

Giving in to the pressure

Of its own torments

Maybe love will learn

From its own unkempt pledges

Like a rabid drunk

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Perhaps love’s desert

Where the sands move tireless

Waves on raging sea

Perhaps love’s a stream

Renouncing gift of water

Where mirrored light glows

Maybe life is firm

Its roots planted in the ground

Like an olive tree

Maybe life is gift

Scarcity does not matter

Where abundance grows

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Perhaps just to say

Per actual happenings

That real would spell out

Maybes aiming high

Tokens of when I once wished

An unreal clout

Banishing the doubt

Perhaps in string of maybes

Occurring, waning

A life made of chains

Of perhaps and of maybes

Blurring differing

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Hypothetical

Breathed in hoping may it be

As day’s sun shimmered

Perhaps whimsical

What’s left of time’s passing me

Recounts that glimmered

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