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Characteristics of Life

~ Nuraine Sadaf ~ Leave a comment

A poem by Camille T. Dungy

Ask me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you
I speak for the snail.
speak of underneathedness
and the welcome of mosses,
of life that springs up,
little lives that pull back and wait for a moment.

I speak for the damselfly, water skeet, mollusk,
the caterpillar, the beetle, the spider, the ant.
I speak
from the time before spinelessness was frowned upon.

Ask me if I speak for the moon jelly. I will tell you
one thing today and another tomorrow
and I will be as consistent as anything alive
on this earth.

I move as the currents move, with the breezes.
What part of your nature drives you? You, in your cubicle
ought to understand me. I filter and filter and filter all day.

Ask me if I speak for the nautilus and I will be silent
as the nautilus shell on a shelf. I can be beautiful
and useless if that’s all you know to ask of me.

Ask me what I know of longing and I will speak of distances
between meadows of night-blooming flowers.
I will speak
the impossible hope of the firefly.

You with the candle
burning and only one chair at your table must understand
such wordless desire.

To say it is mindless is missing the point.

Filter, filter, and filter all day, anything or anyone that holds you back, just keep moving like a snail. Wordless desires that’s the way of life. Such a beautiful poem. 🙂

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Passing through the day,
in a silk shirt, a pencil skirt,
hair gathered in a loose bun,
a few strands dancing with the wind.

The sky hangs grey,
autumn leaves rush by—
their colors whispering goodbye.

Hello Fall

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The grass is turning pale, the leaves begin to change,
a gradient of green, yellow, and red.
The wind grows chilly, stealing leaves of trees away
Like flowers tossed in the air,
The red and yellow leaves dance above my hair
moving with me, walking beside me,
Swirling, flying, and landing softly by my feet.

Hello October, hello autumn,
it’s a bittersweet joy to meet you again.



A Candle

~ Nuraine Sadaf ~ 2 Comments

A slick wax body,
sometimes thin, sometimes tall,
sometimes scented, round and small,
red, black or white,
in a glass or on a stand,
A candle –
in a thousand forms and shapes,
yet the flame is always the same.

Its purpose: to burn,
a spark brings it to life,
spilling warmth and light,
casting shadows that dance,
Perfuming the air,
Bringing joy to faces,
when placed on a cake.

A candle can also wound,
sear the hand that holds,
or burn down a house to ruins.
Feel sad while —
watching its body surrender,
Drop by drop,
Burning away,
To the silence of the wax.

Are we not the same?
Like candles, living flames.
Choosing how to burn
Entirely up to us..
Will we melt away in pain,
Or shine –
and illuminate the world before we fade?

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A curtain of rain,
hangs beyond the window frame,
falling in fine dotted lines,
painting the air a misty white,
turning the concrete slick and black,
the trees afresh, newly rinsed,
leaves shining lacquered green,
with birds hiding deep within.