The Psalm of a Desert Bird..

About a Persian kid, (Sammy)

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The young sky

Of the broken empire.

Below the burden of a broken song.

...a quail with broken wings.

 

Her books are made of fear,

Her bitter sunrises smell of sadness.

Her silence is louder than seas.

 

 

* * * * * *

 

 

I know my dearest...

They've forgotten everything.

They've hidden love inside their long, dark robes.

They'll flagellate your ingenuity.

They'll burn your throat before you sing.

They'll burn your hands before you write.

They'll burn your legs before you dance

 

My sad dove,

Do not dream..

Do not dream about the sky..

And the forest I breathed into you.

It's far away..

A thousand miles through deserts.

And a thousand miles by the Ocean.

 

My dreamy child.

Pay no heed to me.

I'm drunk on fear.

The melancholy moonwine.

 

O, Beautiful bird.

We have twisted our ribs to fortify your nest.

We cried into seed of the planet to quench your thirst.

We compiled our passion under your celestial wings.

Ye sweet ballad of retribution!

Yet another song of revolution.

 

 

You remember the stories.

You remember the half-drunk poet who sang about the moon-like peri.

He rained in the east.

He reddened the white flowers of Shiraz.

 

You remember the maiden who craved to dance

in the carnival of love.

She was dried by the angel of faith.

Her skin is the ash of the winds of Persepolis.

 

 

* * * * * *

 

 

Ah..

We're drained of our love and sanity.

We're deceived by the green men.

People of the book...

Their green pillars with green words,

Fell across the state.

The glory of sunrises were stolen from our blue throats

As our shadows boiled in the tears of dawn.

Ha.. 'Tis your drowned nation.

'Tis your mortal jurisdiction.

Beneath the cloud of pandemonium.

Here we abandoned our legs and our hands.

Here we retired our hearts and our heads.

We left our fathers, we left our mothers.

Our yesterdays eclipsed under the shards

of their promised heavens.

Our eyes estranged the romance of our ears.

 

We lost our land.

We lost our land...

In the December of the snake eggs.

 

 

* * * * * *

 

 

Now you have begun your self-assault.

Like water

Like bags full of animal bones.

You tend to talk about the aroma.

Of leopard corpses.

 

You still stink of love.

From Mediterranean,

all the way to my isle of green sand.

 

 

Become the salt of the earth, my child.

Devour the endless legion they cast unto you.

Your dominion over the river is unquestionable.

Your reign over the melting snow is unassailable.

Behold, battle-reddened eyes!

The semblance of our world saturated in your love.

The sapidity of the mountains soaked in your elegance.

Breathe this lament, breathe this dream.

Heal our land,

Remain in the sky.

Remain the water.

Remain in the forest.

Come home to me.

 

*****

Author's Note

The image came up in a random search, I do not own this. I just thought it'd suit the work.

Reviews

[Richard Man]

This is resonant of Omar Khayam but of a different age. It is either bureaucracy or the law or religion that oppresses all our creativity in all of us, our souls are being wrapped in cling film and boxed and then our details formulated and filed, our actions are noted and reported and reactions occur against us and our individuality is crucified.
This poem is a true cry and a true declaration of love of the deepest sort.

[Thorne Heathenspring]

Thank you. I'm too flattered that you mentioned Omar Khayyam in the review. As long as a human being's freedom and the right of expression is taken away somewhere, our species is not truly free.

[Richard Man]

Your poem sang the truth.

[Jack...]

Very soft and air-like was this piece. It floated before my eyes and sang to me. Very nice.

[seath]

so melancholic.... for a scene in the mind.

[Baby Ricochet]

Now that's a heavy poem

[spiritwind]

Beautiful is a word that is over-worked but this work deserves its highest accolade. Graceful too. That is an attribute that is as sayisfying as a good wine. Watching for more from you. Excellent work.

[Blue Lotus]

Silence speaks volumes... 100/100

[Blue Lotus]

:( :)

[Krista Weiss]

Wow!! This is an absolutely amazing poem!! :)

[kublakhan27]

Incredible work...every image just throbs with intensity...a phenomenal piece of writing.

[Thorne Heathenspring]

Thank you my friend :)

[kublakhan27]

You're very welcome :)

[asdarkeyesclose]

'He rained in the east
He reddened the white flowers of Shiraz.'

i was impressed with the overall quality of this poem, too many good lines to mention them all, but the standard of the poetry struck me and i found it poignant and extremely moving. fantastic.

[Thorne Heathenspring]

Thank you.. Shiraz is still a dream for me :)

[Yasmin]

This is impossible!
I love this poem... The pain the images the rhyme!
I can't choose favorite lines because it's all written perfectly
"Beneath the cloud of pandemonium.
Here we abandoned our legs and our hands.
Here we retired our hearts and our heads.
We left our fathers, we left our mothers.
Our yesterdays eclipsed under the shards
of their promised heavens.
Our eyes estranged the romance of our ears."
Magical...
Well done
Can't wait to read more :)

[Thorne Heathenspring]

You overwhelm me :) Thanks a lot

[Corset]

This is glorious, it makes me check for street signs.

[Thorne Heathenspring]

:)