© Farouk
Asvat
Your poems are locked in my heart.
Life itself seems to trap them there.
Walking the gauntlet
Of revolutionary songs
Scented bouquets came your way
Love song upon love song
Stabbing me in the liver.
How life would have been
A
dance!
If
only we knew
The
blood
That
lives within us.
But there are so many flowers between us
It could fill a cemetery.
And in the distance between us
And the shimmering jewels of the universe
There are hardly any tears
I would appreciate on my grave.
So
forget me now
For
it will take a death
To
forget you.
Lost
in love
You
sent your song
Upon
the wind.
Lost
in love
I
cried
At
the sound of farewell.
But even now,
Every thought of you
Settles like rubble in the stomach
Lingers like an electric shock in the brain
Grows like an abscess bursting into the world
Because love remains:
Strange
shadows
Playing
weird patterns
In an
empty heart,
With
not even a smile between us.
© farouk asvat
composed: 09.05.1983 - 23.05.1988 [Cape Town, South Africa under apartheid] [w]
[] Acknowledgements:
Your Poems
Are Locked In My Heart was
previously published in:
The Wind Still Sings Sad
Songs (piquant publications, p15, 2006);
www.faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com
(13.08.2013);
The Wind Still Sings Sad
Songs (kindle, 2014);
The Wind Still Sings Sad
Songs (amazon paperback, p21,
2014).
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[§] Books by Farouk Asvat:
● Sadness In The House Of Love (novel)
● The Gathering Of The Storm (novel)
● I Dream In Long Sentences
(poetry)
● The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (poetry)
● A Celebration Of Flames
(poetry)
● The Time Of Our Lives
(poetry)
● Bra Frooks … (poetry)*
● The Paanies Are Coming
(short stories)*
● In The
House Of Love (novel)*
● Weapons Of Words
(comparative literature & literary criticism)
¨ all my books are now available on amazon: in paperback & kindle
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