does the heart know its own color?
does it know it beats?
does the desert eagle know its young?
or offer its neck as their ransom?
does the lion know its mate?
or feel the fire of her faith?
does my smallness know its magnitude
in the eyes of my beloved?
painting: Ismail Fattah
painting copied from:http://arabwomanblues.blogspot.com/2007/02/diss-information.html
6 comments:
Great Poem and wonderful painting, suttle and soft, I will say it is a whisper that echo for eternity .
Nice artwork and painting. Did i see that painting or something similar on an Arab woman blues?
Sorry I meant nice poetry and artwork, damn.
Thank you, Mu'allimaat!
(both learned women of obviously good taste.)
As to the picture, yes, I did indeed swipe it from an Arab lady.
She did not seem to be using it at the time, so I grabbed it and ran!
I had an attribution of source pointing to her blog, but it seems to have been lost in translation.
I would try to explain to her, but I seem to recall that she has a temper.
Let it simmer for a while, and I shall take care of it.
>She did not seem to be using it at the time, so I grabbed it and ran!
lol nice sense of humor, i like it.
As for Layla, do you blame her if she has a temper?
I have often found that people with unusual insight tend to be angry. They are irritated because they can see what's going on, while the rest of us ninnies blithely wander about.
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