When you think of poetry, your mind drifts to paper
Paper with words artistically linked together by a writer…
But what if I were to declare that poetry can be wordless, too?
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Poetry is the wind’s sweet caresses on your cheeks through an open window
Poetry is allowing your inner positive energy to surge upwards and make you glow
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Poetry is the majestic standing of a white mosque’s pillars
Poetry is entering a new space and feeling like it’s somehow all familiar
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Poetry is the resilience-themed messages sprayed about with graffiti paint
Poetry is reading a soul-fulfilling book in a cozy coffeehouse so quaint
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Poetry is the quiet playing of Coldplay’s best songs against the backdrop of Ramallah’s streets
Poetry is you turning an empty canvas and acrylic paint into your own secret retreat
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Poetry is the plentiful “astaghfirullah” signs on orderly lined up palm trees
Poetry is the cheerful morning sounds of roosters and darling birdies
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Poetry is the waterfall-like effect of vines against rocky walls
Poetry is the sound waves of overlapping athan, or prayer calls…
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When you used to think of poetry, your mind once drifted to paper
Paper with words artistically linked together by a writer…
But now you know, based on the journeys you flew
That poetry can also be wordless, too.
God always knows Best.
Nov.19, 2017, on the way to Hebron from Ramallah
– A.S.
So true, lovely verses here~
Thank you so much 🙂
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Poetry can be a form of expression rather than words🙂
Beautiful!
Thank you!