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Certificate of Award for my poem,  Blank Page

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Blank Page

What do you do when the page
Is a ghost of unwritten words,
Feelings bottled up and unheards?
Where do you find the courage

To speak up, letting out disillusion,
Frustration turning into a volcano,  hidden
Under a mask of white perfection, forgotten
That it enshrouds your reaction

Perfectly concealing beliefs, feelings
That are a burden, unsharable
For the blank page is a noose, unforgettable
Pressure to perform according to norms followings

Of a spew of remarkable expressions,
A river of lava that turns into fire
All it touches, for its only foe is the dire
Need to express those doubts that bog you in suspicion.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Double Bronze certificate, Feared Full Moon

Feared Full Moon

On a full moon, the fog enrobes
The barren tree branches,
One of which holding twin carrion birds
Waiting for the opportune moment to pounces.

They watch furtively as ghostly
Figures of varying shapes, try
To dance around the grand piano’s harmony
Of Gothic, suspenseful cacophony

That puts the ghosts in a daze,
Floating to and fro, getting closer to the blaze
Of screeching, caterwauling cries, phase
In and out as new spirits float in a craze

To reach the soul wrenching
Sounds of agony, depression, leering,
Expecting to be driven to healing
From their sweet suffering that’s heart rending.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Double Bronze certificate, Feared Full Moon

Feared Full Moon

On a full moon, the fog enrobes
The barren tree branches,
One of which holding twin carrion birds
Waiting for the opportune moment to pounces.

They watch furtively as ghostly
Figures of varying shapes, try
To dance around the grand piano’s harmony
Of Gothic, suspenseful cacophony

That puts the ghosts in a daze,
Floating to and fro, getting closer to the blaze
Of screeching, caterwauling cries, phase
In and out as new spirits float in a craze

To reach the soul wrenching
Sounds of agony, depression, leering,
Expecting to be driven to healing
From their sweet suffering that’s heart rending.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518