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.

mermaid gallery 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 Brantingham said...

Shine on baby.

Toni Kaste NC said...

Such beautiful poetry...you have a beautiful way of looking at things.
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