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I an Not his Muse
I’m not his muse, and I can never be.
No time, circumstance or chance will let me.
After all he gives and gets, loves, regrets,
he remains my teacher and I, the taker.
He is anarchist and challenging creator,
who advocates the belief I have no need
to be seen and posed as a...
Sunday 20th November 2016 9:34 pm
The first muse
She was always picturesque in the garden
and the bright pop of colour amidst the grey city
In his words he tried to capture her beauty,
with objective distance, where she was ardent
She coaxed out something within him,
reignited the flames where the chandelier had grown dim
She soothed the heaving seas of his fears
and knew how to brush away his tears
With a firm but intell...
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 10:45 am
Rifle and Violin
© 2011 by Ali Taha Alnobani
Tuesday 5th March 2013 11:41 am
Making the Bed
As she heaved the duvet
Billowing over the bed
Words shimmered through her mind –
Like fish flashing in deep waters
Fleeting
The music of pleasing vowels
Slipping song of bubbled pebbles
Formless
Something – possibly - glorious
Thoughts make our words;
Words make our thoughts.
The silly poet strives struggles
Suffers
For metaphor
...
Friday 18th November 2011 3:54 pm
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