I was inspired immensely by sister nomadicnafs poem named "wild flower" at http://nomadicnafs.blogspot.com/2007/04/wild-flower.html, having read her beautiful words I wrote the following:
Serenity was at its peak,
a warm heart she had indeed,
at rest, finally it appeared.
to the rhythm of her soul
Danced she.
A gentle breeze shook her roots
Hold on be firm, she continued to repeat.
The winds howled, she fought and fought.
To her surprise she could not hold.
The barren land was her abode
yet she stood, upright lifeless.
Her interrupted dance
She forgot,
broken rhythm
pleaded she, ‘I seek’,
eyes wondered in search, of the bee
that once caught her eye to begin.
To mend her rhythm,
To allow her dance,
To re-tame her broken leaf.
Silent touch
asleep she was
she caught a glimpse
in awe she was.
Her rhythm evoked
Yet not complete.
Remained awake
awaiting that touch
to recollect her broken beat
Amend her rhythm
Continue to dance.
2 comments:
asslamu' alaykum!
it was fun being your muse [without even knowing it!]
i think you should update your blog more.. you're clearly talented mash'Allah!
that was so good Zainab!! mashAllah... inspired by nomad huh? let's not forget who gave her the idea for that poem... :D
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