مذكراتي

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    مذكراتي

    ها انا ذا..
    فاتحة اجندتى..
    ممسكة بقلمى وورقتى
    ابحث بداخل ذاكرتى
    اسطر..لاكتب خاطرتى
    اشرد لاتذكر ماضي
    اتامل حاضرى
    واتخيل مستقبلي
    اشرد لاتذكر طفولتي..
    اتذكر مراهقتي..
    لا..
    لا اريد ان اتذكر
    كفاني ألما وحسرة
    فماذا ستفيد الذكرى..
    انتبهت لقلمي فامسكته
    لا اريده ان يخط مامضى
    اريد الماضي أسير بقلبي
    فان اطلقت عنانه
    فلن أعيش مابقى..
    لملمت خيالي واودعته
    وجلست ..أتأمل
    اتأمل حاضري..
    فاذا حاضري أفناه مامضى
    ويحك يادهرى مااقساك
    الان فقط..بت ارتعش
    نعم بت ارتعش من تخيل مستقبلي
    لا اريد ان اترك العنان لخيالى..بعد الان
    يجب ان ألملم اوراقى..
    سأترك قلمي..
    الان ساغلق اجندتى واحبس أحلامي..
    فنحن فى زمن..لم يبقى فيه للاحلام مكان!!

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    Grito commented on مذكراتي

    07-03-2009

    Ok, now in english. Misty veil of slender form leaves a mystic trail of poetic storm. The distant wall that takes a toll becomes transparent to the spoken soul.
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    Rowanda

    07/05/2009

    First I'd like to thank you for your comment , Now we are talking about dreams ,, yes of course dreams is important but if reality strikes with your dreams and destroy it every time ,, So we must stop dreams and live the reality!! I know this is bad and sad but this is what happen,, any way I try to dream but not far away from reality . Thank you again, Peace.

    Rowanda

    07/03/2009

    Umm Are you judge the poem from it`s shape?? the poem is talking about trying to write my memories,, and while beginning or start to remember my life or even writing about my coming life ,an so an internal conversation ( Internal conflict)occur between me and my self . all the poem is an internal talk and at the end of poem I decided not to write my memories , I put my pen , closed my book cause there is no place for our dreams!! I tried to explain it in english ,excuse my language cause i`m very good in english just know some.

    Rowanda

    07/03/2009

    Umm Are you judge the poem from it`s shape?? the poem is talking about trying to write my memories,, and while beginning or start to remember my life or even writing about my coming life ,an so an internal conversation ( Internal conflict)occur between me and my self . all the poem is an internal talk and at the end of poem I decided not to write my memories , I put my pen , closed my book cause there is no place for our dreams!! I tried to explain it in english ,excuse my language cause i`m very good in english just know some.

    Rowanda

    07/03/2009

    I`m sorry i mean not very good in english

    Grito

    07/04/2009

    But it has such a good shape, and shape is very important, but dreams are more important than shape, and overcome barriers of time, space and distance of course. I cannot imagine life without dreams my dear, please continue to dream, for in dreams we may, we can and do, and withe the help of dreams all is possible. Dremas originate from God. Peace.

    Grito

    07/06/2009

    Very true Rowanda, and practical, especially for those that are well into the later years in life. But I think that the young generation may be a little more daring, and hopeful in dreaming of the possibilities. The future is in their hands and dreaming may contribute to a better future for all, and it puts us in a better, more positive state of mind, even if it always us to write about its contemplation.

    Rowanda

    07/10/2009

    I`m not agree with you Grito in that point,,I think it become more harder and harder for the young generation cause the life every year become harderest than the last one and the young people them selves have less ability to resist the dificulty of life.

    Grito

    07/10/2009

    Such a sad commentary on the world today that the young have to bear. Maybe you can write about it in a poem written in english, it would be nice to read Rowanda.

    Rowanda

    07/11/2009

    I`m afraid i can`t do it cause my English wouldn`t help me , i just know little in English not enable me to write poems ( my English not good as you see), but may be you can do it if you don`t mind!! any way i hope that .

    Grito

    07/12/2009

    Yes hope makes all possible. Ok, I took this as a challenge and wrote a poem on this subject titled; Dreams. Please read it and let me know what you think of it. Bless.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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