A Dervish Came From Tabriz

When he -Rumi-

Cried in silent need

I rode my donkey

From Persia I carried

The load not the mule

When he -Rumi-

Became my burden

I loved the Prophet

Even better for ..

When he -Rumi-

Danced a dhikr

Circle not even

Khidr was more

Perfect than Pi

When he -Rumi-

Saw me for what

I was he learned

To love as did I

When he -Rumi-

Cut into my heart

As did his pupils

I devoured his pen

For poetry’s sake

When he -Rumi-

Picked up his cross

He was loved by

The Prophet and me

© 2019-08-19

A Fine Rural Home

When summer heats a house

He keeps picking up pears

And  small  plums and

Apples Eden apples

From his backyard

His right arm hurts

From mowing and

Weeding and from

Sanding and painting

Old timbers and walls

And  picking  up  fruits

He loves his farmstead

It shields from sun ‘n burn

And bitter cold and blizzards

Where winter lights this home

Sapphire, a haiku.

Sapphire is a gem

A Turkish Delight she is

Now liberated



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To Be Free In A Burka

I have this want for privacy

A need to be free from looks

No facial program to register

And to allot citizen points

For behavior or disobedience

I think I will dress up in a burka                                                        

No one to recognize me, safe,

What stops me is the abstention

Of my beauty to the world, grin,

Moreover the nauseating thought

Of repulsive men thinking obscene

What is underneath my garment

So if not the burka is the problem

But the lewd eyes of the beholder

Why not blind the piteous lecher

Of whatever creed and deliver him

From his unholy eyes, his own sin,                                                            see Matthew 18:9

To grant him his wanted holiness

And so solve this need for burkas

What yet remains to be settled is

My freedom from facial recognition….




PS.
I could've used the niqab too, but because there the eyes are still unveiled I chose the burka for maximum effect of protection….or exclusion….