Friday, 5 November 2010

Friend, don't forget

Friend, don't forget, I am always in your footsteps,
I, won't forget, I am always in your footsteps
 

Sunset, where English trains
roll slowly by like
patient caterpillars
on country soil,
I am travelling forward.
Here, where the winds
howl low
through patient conifers
that wave at me,
I see beyond the leaden sky

to the green spires of Prague
to watery whispers of Venice
to flowers tended carefully
on window sills in Graz.

 And I am walking, toes between sand,
red rust sand, and open fence
through curlicues of Cambodian dreams
crossing borders, homes and streams
to remind you

Friend, don't forget, I am always in your footsteps,
I, won't forget, I am always in your footsteps.

- Shaista Tayabali, 2010



My first picture is of a child whose name I do not know, whose life I do not know, whose eyes I cannot see, but who already inspires my poetry. Happy Diwali to the little lights that are our children everywhere.

photograph by Rizwan

4 comments:

Ruth said...

Lovely to think of children as Diwali lights.

Happy Diwali, Shaista!

You're definitely a light in my life.

Susan Erickson said...

Diwali is such a wonderful festival...I love the lights burning all over the world. Your poem is achingly beautiful.....Your presence online a touch of poetry itself. Shine on....

Jeanne-ming said...

Shine on baby.

Toni said...

Such beautiful poetry...you have a beautiful way of looking at things.
How are you doing? Do you take any of the advice from my blog? Need any help have any questions? Hope you are doing well!

Toni Kaste
www.lupushope.blogspot.com

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