Free VerseA Poem by Sami KhalilMany thoughts came together.Free Verse … By
Sami Khalil I sketch the far side of things; the span of
bridges barely out of sight. Too often, I chance to see around the leafy
bends; the rumble of trains buzzing toward crossroad towns. With earned glory, my memory assails the rattle
of hearses, deemed obsolete of merciless echoes. My first foe yields to sheltered valleys, tucked
in between sylvan mountain ridges. Way up in the night sky, as it welcomes its
unbidden guests, our waking world, lacking rooms for some dreams, hinges its
desires on engines turning. My mind goes blank sometimes, silencing clocks
hung on darkened walls. First of dates tug at the heartstrings, never
devoid of sharp blades. Perhaps I’m tired of resting places, heart
pounds, winter calls, own council and sudden oops. Maybe the symbols are vanishing as bums,
panhandling for hexed meanings, wriggling out of muses’ spheres and creative
shores. But, being sought by grownups, its voice can not
be hushed. I must sketch now…the free verse. © 2019 Sami KhalilReviews
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