اليزبث بارت برونينج و اجمل توثيق لقصة حب

كلمتنى هالة عن توثيق قصص العشاق من المثقفين العرب فذكرتنى بمرحلة فى حياتى كنت مولعة اثنائها بقراءة الشعر الانجليزى و اروع توثيق لقصة حب اليزبث بارت و روبرت بروننج من خلال قصائدهم المتبادلة فعدت لابحث عن كتبى القديمة فلم اجد دواوينهم الرائعة - فقدت مع اشياء كثيرة فقدتها - فبحثت مع صديقى جوجل و وجدت كنز من الشعر الفيكتورى الرقيق و امضيت ليلة ساحرة بصحبة العاشقين و وددت لو كنت عاصرت هؤلاء الرومانسيون فى ذلك العصر الجميل و لكن مقولة لاليزبث بارت براوننج استوقفتنى ... قالتها و هى التى صارعت المرض طول حياتها و ماتت و هى فى الخامسة و الخمسين ... تقول الشاعرة

لا تصف من هو على قيد الحياة بالتعيس و لا تقييم عمل يوم الا فى نهايته

عدت لاقراء و انا سعيدة باللاب توب و جوجل و غير متحسرة على مكتبتى التى فقدتها و ممنونة لهالة التى ذكرتنى بمرحلة سابقة كانت مليئة بالسعادة

After Every Storm The Sun will Shine

This too will pass

It always does

But like a wave rolling back into the sea

It will take away many things you gave to me

The fragile shells of your love,

The scattered sands of my dreams,

Some remains of a relationship

And what is left of an amorous feast

But after all is gone I will continue to stand

Knowing there will always be lots of sand

Dreams of castles will always be mine

And after every storm the sun will shine

Message to a Friend - Baghdad

Death harvests its crop randomly.
Before encountering its sharp blades
we defy it with the vulnerable
yet beautiful and colourful
blossoms of Life...
At the end...
It can only defeat us once

TRUE LOVE

Did you ever
Run your fingers through a burning flame
To make sure that it would burn you
Run straight into a closed door
To find out how much it would bruise you
Look straight at a naked lamp
Knowing it would blind you
I did it all
And now I’m sure
The blisters will heal.
And now I have found out
The bruises will fade
And now I know
I will nurture the light inside of me
For as long as it takes to deliver the child
Not a stillborn, lifeless child
This will be a perfect child,
A healthy child - not deformed or maimed
The child that I have already named
True Love.

رسالة من شارلوت صديقتى

الايام متشابهة

و المحبطات تتوالى

و المنغصات تتكاثر

و المسؤليات متعبة

و الياس يغلبنى

فافتح الكمبيوتر و ادخل على بريدى

اجد قصيدة لشارلوت برونتى

و كما لو كانت شارلوت موجهة رسالة لى بشكل شخصى

و ليه لاء ماحنا بنى آدمين زى بعض و فاهمين بعض

صحيح هى ماتت من اكثر من مئة و خمسين سنة

لكن حدوتة الحياة ماتغيرتش كثير

و شارلوت حبيبتى و صاحبتى و فاهمانى من زمان

من ساعة ماتعرفت عليها و انا فى الاعدادية و قرأت قصتها جين آير

شارلوت قالتلى فى قصيدة اسمها الحياة

ان الحياة مش حلم

و انه اوقات شوية مطر الصبحية بيبشروا بيوم لطيف

و انه احيانا بيكون فى سحب نكد

لكن كل دى حاجات و بتعدى

يعنى لو المطر حيخلى الورد يفتح

ليه نلوم سقوط المطر؟

و تكمل الست شارلوت و تقولى

انه ساعات الحياة المشمسة بتجرى مرحة

فاتمتعى بيهم وانت مزاءطتة و حامدة و شاكرة

لأنهم بيطيروا

و اوقات بيجى الموت

و بياخذ احسن ناس

و الحزن بيبقى حينتصر على الامل و يسحقه

لكن الامل بينط و يفط زى السوستة

مش مقهور بالرغم من وقعته

طاير باجنحة ذهبية

شايلانا و قوية

برجولة و من غير خوف

عشان ساعة المحاكمة و الحساب

حيظهر و يبان

انه حيهزم اليأس

و ينتصر الشجعان

Life

LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !

Charlotte Bronte

That Bleak Unfamiliar Cairo

I search for words to describe and tell
Of that bleak unfamiliar picture of Cairo
That only I am seeing
But the words will not come to my rescue.
Even as I reach out and speak to others
Thinking that maybe through sharingI’ll get a prompt or some cue,
that will help me write
The words continue to evade me.
So I try harder and wait for days
Hoping that maybe those lines will come together
And the image will be clearer
And the sketch will burst into a full color portrayal
Of that gloomy thing that I am thinking
And that the visual will be a narration
That gives a voice and music to the drama
That I am experiencing
And the bits and pieces will fall together
And in unison speak out for the characters in a story
That is in Cairo unfolding.
But all the time as I am waitingI am outrun by ghosts and demons that come racing
And I can’t see through the dust that they are in the name of religion throwing in my face
And I can’t hear anythingbut their fanatic screaming
And I can’t make my voice heard over their ghoulish howling.
I am out of words and out of breath
And I have nothing better to do than
Waiting …

I Want to Write Happy Poetry

I want to write happy poetry
For people are by nature meant to be happy
I want to tell of my son’s warm embrace
and of my daughter in love
and the bliss of
her naiveté.

Of going to a henna party for a bride to be
Of her friends in outrageous outfits
dancing and carefree
Of her grandmother’s apparent disapproval
but inwardly as proud as can be.
Of traditional trills and henna etchings
And neighbors watching from their balcony.

Of my cousin in labor
And the arrival of little Ali
Of playful dolphins
And the warm waters of the Red Sea
Of nights of typing and hard work
And finally getting my Masters degree

I want to count blessings and flaunt happiness
And hang it all out for everyone to see
But then a dark memory blocks the sunshine
And its melancholic showers drench me

Old Scars & Deep Pain

I walk on thinking I’ll find that thing I’m searching for
Hoping that I’ll find it there
As soon as I step out of the dark crowded tunnel I’m walking through
In that bright spot I’m heading to
With that one person I’m looking for.
But dark people get in the way
And demons come to visit and forever stay
Reminding me of the wounds they’ve caused me,
The old scars that will not heal
And the deep pain I can still feel.
.

I walk on thinking that no one will see me shiver
Hoping that the murky shadows will let me through
If only I hold my head up high long enough and mask my trembling smile,
Keep my knees from crumbling under me
And walk that extra mile.
But my voice wants to shake
And my laughter comes out fake
Reminding me, yet again, of my weakness and vulnerability,
Of old scars that will never heal
And the deep pain that I will forever feel.

God@heaven.com

If only I could e-mail God
There's so much I would say.
If only He'd read my messages
Each and every day
I'd tell Him I reach out to you
And hope that You can hear.
I'd say I've much to ask of You
And pray that You are near.
I need to draw on Your strength
to help me carry my load.
I need Your divine Guidance
to see me down the road.
I beg for Your Compassion,
Mercy and Kindness.
I beg for Your Acceptance
and ask for Forgiveness.
I am so very weak,
But You have made me human.
I'm desperate for affection.
For You have made me a woman.
Do You read me Dear God?
Or are my pleas in vain?
Will You help me out of this?
Or is there more to sustain?
If this be an endless journey
then take me to the next stage.
But if it is but a short trip
Then please God I have come of age.

The Void

I search within me for thoughts to express
For words to say
For feelings to display
But there’s a void

I reach out to friends I knew
To loved ones I need
To strangers I meet
But there’s a void

Somewhere I hear a distant voice
I see a shadowy face
I remember a warm embrace
But in an instant they disappear in that void

I’ve lost your love
I’m left with an emptiness …
A nothingness …A hollowness …
That void is where your love used to be

I search within me
I reach out to those around me
I look for anything to hold on to …
But I only want you