*MY VELVET POEM *

I searched in the city for
another coat…
to cover the outburst
of my poem and warm the heart…
but it only covered the scarecrow’s places… striking legs longer than a winter’s night…
its steps faster than the heartbeat…
graceful like its rhymes.
She cooes and sways…
like a beautiful woman who snatched her from the sides of the balcony…
a feather blown by regret
, salty insomnia with the girls of Al-Maqi..
. and a resounding pain…
Her words stumble between the thorns of anger…
I squeeze her letters and twist her necks
And I drink her toast,
perhaps it will heal my illness..
He will untie the knot in my mouth.
My language is silent..
And regret washes in the jars of disappointments..
Anemones have bloomed on the graves… Fayrouz mourns her (at the door, my love…)! And its scent is on the banks…
clusters of joy hang from
it from the rhyme of poetry…
it is poured drop by drop
into the bottle of air…
whatever the flute
whispers is jealous of it…
the valleys of poetry overflow with it…
and the letters of purity have yielded fruit…
the ten commandments are carried out… Certainly, its punishment is an embrace…
that chokes the pen and scatters verses… lamentation within lamentation…
within lamentation!

🖊️YASMIN ABDL SALAM HARMOUSH
🇱 EBANON 🇱🇧