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.
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Wow! “Knowing that joy, eternal, an antidepressant/Is your only rebellion not to live in a cast.” Oof! Bam! Kapow! The entire poem was lovely, deliciously evocative and then you land a knockout blow with that final thought. Nicely done. By Tara Hicks
Such a beautifully sublime poem, Malak, so many amazing images! Time, “mercury slippery,” is a brilliant comparison. You’ve wonderfully transformed the mural into an intriguing metaphorical narrative. The serpent of fear slithers in the branches of an ancient tree upon which scary bats hang. Yet a cardinal of grace sings of hope eternal, of endless time that cannot be stopped. Like that cheerful bird, we must accept the past that can’t be recast, we must “soar in the present.” Being joyous to live in this present, that is part of the eternal, is the way to true freedom. It is a spiritual rebellion! Superb rhyme scheme and rhythm, excellent sophisticated tone and composition. Fantastic, encouraging poem, Brava!! By Linda Powers O’Dell
Window of Time
Through my small window The world revolves around time, Time, intangible, like mercury slippery, a crime Not to stand still and let it flow
Slowly around you as you Watch the ancient tree’s branches Reach out to the sun in gnarled bunches, The resting place for the serpent you
Fear as it slithers from place To place spreading its evil along The aid of bats that string you along, Yet on the other branch rests, with grace,
The red cardinal whose beauty, Color, elegance speeds your heart With hope eternal, limitless in its great Licenses for carrying hope on wings that flew highly
Into the vastness of a blue sky Knowing that time, Rhyming with lime is a transient crime That can’t be stopped unless you try
To soar in the present Understanding the past, that can’t be recast, Knowing that joy, eternal, an antidepressant Is your only rebellion not to live in a cast.
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.
Hold, hold onto the fleeting sands Sands of time, slipping, sliding, gliding, Gliding along your fingers, sticking, Sticking with muddy matter as it lands,
Lands in crumbs, crystallized pellicules, Pellicules, colored, reflecting light, Light that has the might of hopes, Hopes that are flimsier than sand’s plight.
Plight of a continuously flowing bowl, Bowl, forming, disintegrating, blazing, Blazing a trail, making inroads, Hansel style, Style that helps you find your way home,. Honing,
Honing your abilities, like the sand castle, Castle changing shape, hearing, experiencing, Experiencing upheaval of life’s emotional, Emotional grind that shatters peace, raking,
Raking your soul into strips and crumb, Crumb, that your creative hands glue, Glue back together, to form a superb,
Superb soul that glitters, Glitters in the sun, and shimmers, Shimmers in the raven sky, bringers, Bringers of hope, elusive but tangible, elevates humans.
Poetry for Change 