Seeing Poems
Seeing
by Peter Dr LimLife doesn't create what we are: we create what we want to be
Continue readingThe Moor
by Nathalie Handal
This is what I see:
a grain of wheat in the hand of a small boy
barefoot on the unnamed roads,
sleeping in the dream another is having.
An ‘oud, a violin, a guitar,
a mirror of dew,
......
Seeing
by Peter Dr LimLife doesn't create what we are: we create what we want to be
Continue readingThe Moor
by Nathalie Handal
This is what I see:
a grain of wheat in the hand of a small boy
barefoot on the unnamed roads,
sleeping in the dream another is having.
An ‘oud, a violin, a guitar,
a mirror of dew,
......
