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Eleven: The Black Leaf (An Autumn Poem)

“A Man In His Life” by Maha Kamel

The Black Leaf (An Autumn Poem)

I was never green,

I was never golden, brown,

Or orange, crisp,

Never magenta,

Or the color of the sun,

At sunset or dusk,

I was always black,

A leaf with no color,

I was never born,

I never needed,

The power of the sun,

What made me grow,

I will never know,

What is sure,

Is that I always was,

And when you die,

I will still be alive,

A single black leaf on this tree of life.

No color near,

No need to fear,

No need for sunlight,

Or her embrace,

I never grew, I just knew,

That void in you,

So cold and black,

This leaf,

Won’t Fall,

It’s suspended here,

For all of time,

The constant that remains,

When all else must change,

I was here when the earth was new and no dust yet lay,

When the winds and oceans grew,

I looked upon with great dismay,

All the pain your kind would bring,

And when the last song is sung,

And the earth a flames,

I will remain, just the same.

[end]

Artwork: Maha Kamel | Poetry: Frank Cunha III | More Poetry

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Bye House (Wall House) by John Hejduk

The Bye House (Wall House) was designed by John Hedjuk in the 1970s, built posthumously (Groningen, The Netherlands, 2001).

John Hejduk (July 19, 1929 – July 3, 2000), was an Architect, Artist and Educator who spent much of his life in New York City. Hejduk is noted for his use of attractive and often difficult-to-construct objects and shapes; also for a profound interest in the fundamental issues of shape, organization, representation, and reciprocity.

Hejduk studied at the Cooper Union School of Art and Architecture, the University of Cincinnati, and the Harvard Graduate School of Design, from which he graduated with a Masters in Architecture in 1953. He worked in several offices in New York including that of I. M. Pei and Partners and the office of A.M. Kinney and Associates. He established his own practice in New York in 1965.

One of my favorite days is June 9, 2001, when I got married to the love of my life and received the book “Mask of Medusa” written by John Hedjuk from my great friend.  It is a rare book and one of my prize possessions which I treasure (I love my wife too).


Eleven: Night’s Illusions

Night’s Illusions

It seems it is all a dream
A pleasant mishmash of confusion
I was fine when I went to sleep
Now the pictures flash like an illusion

Beauty of body very bold
Images sharp over laid in folds
Sensuous, desirable, a story told
A woman’s beauty never grows old

The gentle brush of scented hair
Color, thoughts flashing about
Warmth and excitement fill the air
How will this dream work out?

Another flash, a clashing sound
The alarm set to kill dreams
Brilliant images falling all around
Back to sleep, should I try?

Try learn the girls name?
Get up and start my day?
I suspect I’ll never be the same
Not after meeting, the girls with no name

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Carl Watts | More Poetry

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Nine: Looking Back

Looking Back

We had met over space and time
Meeting as life does in it’s rhythm of rhyme

I didn’t know him at first
He wouldn’t stop, expressing a thirst

Something about him drew him to me
It was like he was looking right straight through me

Seven thousand miles and a million years
As I look back in my memory, I remember tears

It was a love that wasn’t meant to be
The kind of love only expressed by strong affinity

Still I feel I can see him behind me
Slowly walking up to touch me

I shiver with thrill
Until I remember it isn’t real

But the pictures is clear
In my heart, he will always be near.

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Carl Watts | More Poetry

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Eight: Sunset


Sunset

Sparks fly,
The glow of the sunset penetrated the unfinished dome,
An amulet for luck on her breast made of chrome,
Quick breaths heave from her chest when she sees him near,
The woman he loves has come to see him here,
This time it will be different because it is known,
Her love is true, he has come to know that it has grown,
They made something together piece by piece,
The foundation stone has been set,
He knew it was meant to be since the first day they met,
Her neck so soft, her hair wrapped high,
Her lips all a quiver, eyes like waves reflected in the clear blue sky,
Made him thirst for another embrace,
His heart pumped up and started to race,
She waited for the glow to come to a still,
That moment when the dusk sets in and the nighttime begins.

[end]

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Seven: Standing Still

Standing Still

Rainbows over the place she once stood,
Now deserted, empty, lost,
Grasping, holding, leaving, this place,
The space glowed white, a terrible lie,
Empty lost, the shadows from the forest of the soul,
Take over, man’s triumph over her,
Mother Earth, from her womb I once cried,
Return inside one more time,
The space glowed white, a terrible lie,
I never thought I would die,
Engulfed by her, I couldn’t try,
I felt the world, tumbling down,
All was lost, but then I found,
A small colorful glow came from her,
I began to cry, Her heart was true,
She stood there silently, awaiting my embrace,
It was time to go, but I couldn’t leave,
I saw her there, standing still.
[end]
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