Poems by Yahia Lababidi
Dawning
... so that everything else must be reconsideredOne restless dawn, unable to suppress the itch ...
Words
... its not good for their backs ...
What do animals dream?
... a little taste of nothingness that gathers in their mouths ...
Clouds
... barely there these sails of water, ice, air -Indifferent drifters, wandering ...
If
... strike ecstatic pose and fuse with masses Or perhaps, at last, renounce words and self ...
The Art of Storm-riding
... of bearings or warning signals Clutching at driftwood, eyes screwed shut, I tremble ...
To Sylvia Plath
... laying her dream-tormented head to rest ...
drylands
... deep enough to drown in waters to engage you ...
Fanciful creators
... and stitching wrinkle-resistant shirtsSuch wishful thinking, this ...
Truth in advertising
... in haiku-like purity:only freshly squeezed ...
