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Guilt Ridden

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I won’t blame you
nor call you my blame
for each time I dare wage a war on your empire
I return weaponless
how harsh to drink a cup of amarulence
in front of your fiend
and delve to grit your teeth
dare hide the lump in your throat
dare hide your trembling and your murmur that strive to belittle you
while the flames of yearning are consuming you bit by bit
I won’t blame you
nor call you my blame
nor dare utter any word to unveil the longing I am veiling
I am a civilization in front of you
that you shall witness its very historical cataclysm
I won’t blame you
nor call my blame
For each time I dare paint you as a vicious specie
An arch fiend
A portrait of you would blossom from my mere vulnerable imagination
And you appear princely with flowering almond tree behind

llhem Issaoui

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A Letter to a Stranger

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Dear thenceforward stranger
I have never possessed the ability and art
With which you command language
With which you twist the heart
Mingle feelings and tear the chords of the senses
Relentlessly
And…
Perhaps, never will I
It is a silent night and I have no slightest intention to disturb you
To steal the pillow under your “merciful” “gracious” head
But …
I am a volcano
I am a suppressed pathetic hapless frigid volcano
And each time I dare speak
Words betray me
Dooms betray me
Time, place, earth, heaven
Even winter,
Betray me
And I do know that I shan’t be healed
And I do know that you master the art of engraving
Thus,
I beg thee
Engrave me …

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Biography

Ilhem Issaoui (1992/12/30) is a Tunisian translator and writer of poems and short stories. Her writings have appeared in many online and in print magazines in India, USA, Canada, and the Middle East. She is deeply fond of English literature, languages and translation. Among magazines that have published some of her works are: Salisonline, Mind Magazine, danse macabre online, mad swirl, three-line poetry (prolific press), jaffatelaqlam, turk’s head…

She is also the author of a collection of poems: Fragments of a Wounded Soul (amazon publishing)

“Ilhem Issaoui is our mirror, gateway and companion… into the bright and wounded places.” Rich Norman, Editor in chief: Mind magazine

llhem Issaoui

Biography

Ilhem Issaoui (1992/12/30) is a Tunisian translator and writer of poems and short stories. Her writings have appeared in many online and in print magazines in India, USA, Canada, and the Middle East. She is deeply fond of English literature, languages and translation. Among magazines that have published some of her works are: Salisonline, Mind Magazine, danse macabre online, mad swirl, three-line poetry (prolific press), jaffatelaqlam, turk’s head…

She is also the author of a collection of poems: Fragments of a Wounded Soul (amazon publishing)

“Ilhem Issaoui is our mirror, gateway and companion… into the bright and wounded places.” Rich Norman, Editor in chief: Mind magazine

Guilt Ridden

Enlarge poem

I won’t blame you
nor call you my blame
for each time I dare wage a war on your empire
I return weaponless
how harsh to drink a cup of amarulence
in front of your fiend
and delve to grit your teeth
dare hide the lump in your throat
dare hide your trembling and your murmur that strive to belittle you
while the flames of yearning are consuming you bit by bit
I won’t blame you
nor call you my blame
nor dare utter any word to unveil the longing I am veiling
I am a civilization in front of you
that you shall witness its very historical cataclysm
I won’t blame you
nor call my blame
For each time I dare paint you as a vicious specie
An arch fiend
A portrait of you would blossom from my mere vulnerable imagination
And you appear princely with flowering almond tree behind

Featured Poem:

A Letter to a Stranger

Enlarge poem

Dear thenceforward stranger
I have never possessed the ability and art
With which you command language
With which you twist the heart
Mingle feelings and tear the chords of the senses
Relentlessly
And…
Perhaps, never will I
It is a silent night and I have no slightest intention to disturb you
To steal the pillow under your “merciful” “gracious” head
But …
I am a volcano
I am a suppressed pathetic hapless frigid volcano
And each time I dare speak
Words betray me
Dooms betray me
Time, place, earth, heaven
Even winter,
Betray me
And I do know that I shan’t be healed
And I do know that you master the art of engraving
Thus,
I beg thee
Engrave me …

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (3)
  • Peace (2)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (2)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (3)
  • Fear (3)
  • Jubilation (0)

Guilt Ridden

Enlarge poem

I won’t blame you
nor call you my blame
for each time I dare wage a war on your empire
I return weaponless
how harsh to drink a cup of amarulence
in front of your fiend
and delve to grit your teeth
dare hide the lump in your throat
dare hide your trembling and your murmur that strive to belittle you
while the flames of yearning are consuming you bit by bit
I won’t blame you
nor call you my blame
nor dare utter any word to unveil the longing I am veiling
I am a civilization in front of you
that you shall witness its very historical cataclysm
I won’t blame you
nor call my blame
For each time I dare paint you as a vicious specie
An arch fiend
A portrait of you would blossom from my mere vulnerable imagination
And you appear princely with flowering almond tree behind

Comments

Your email address will not be published.