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A Poem
by Reza Ghadimi
by Reza Ghadimi
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Seekers of the sun
Down from the countries of the north Away from the winds of the cold They come on planes, boats and cars The seekers of the sun They walk the beaches and the shores They rub suntan lotion and balm They wear sunglasses and hats They smile to the sky and the sea Forgetting that which they left behind Feeling that this was all meant for them Playing with the notion that this could be forever The seekers of the sun Hand in hand with their lovers and mates They greet passersby and others Drinks in hand they sit Careless and free in cafes by the beach And when night arrives Dance to Marimba and Reggae The seekers of the sun In the morn, they rise with the sun Rush again to the beach Sinking their toes in the sand Feeling happy and glad They serenade the day, clouds and the deep Outstretched arms they follow the birds Happiness brought by the tide and waves Makes all things OK just then The seekers of the sun They turn their faces to the sea Open their hearts to the wind Forgotten is what awaits Back in the cold of the north And though this trip is ending They stare at the sea and keep pretending That today is forever and forever they are Children of the sea, lovers of the warm The seekers of the sun And when time comes to leave When the time of parting is at hand They say adieu to it all Leave behind the happiness they had The sea, sand and the bliss Of being free, careless and bold With their thoughts and desires The seekers of the sun Tomorrow they wear their gloves and hats Shiver waiting for taxis in the street Hiding their faces from the wind Feel the cold on their faces and feet Warm of tropics all forgotten Wishful feelings once again begotten Thoughts of distant shores Sunny beaches and music Of the sea and late night bands Are waiting for them there Next time perhaps they will stay Forever, for they are The seekers of the sun. Reza Ghadimi March 2020 RAIN DROPS - Chillicothe, Ohio Family House
It rained all night And most of the day too Clouds moving fast and light Pouring rain on the woods and towns Sitting on the back porch Of the old family house Listening to the rain drops Hitting leaves, trees and roof Drip, drip, drip The old house creaking The traffic on 104, break The rhythm of the rain drops Its late in the day, night is falling Kate and Bekah gone for pizza I am alone in the musty old house Through its closed and vacant halls I can hear a distance voice It seems to say Wasn't yesterday, a better day? It must be my imagination That I hear laughter in the back rooms Sounds of little footsteps, running Back and fort, and aroma of Food being cooked by loving hands And a girl's voice singing Now the house is empty In the rain, under the cloud Rugs on the floor, pictures on the walls They remember and say, wasn't yesterday, a better day? A dragon fly flutters elusively Against the torn and dirty screen Cobwebs in the corner, spiders waiting Rain has stopped, drips off the roof have not Drip, drip, drip Reza Ghadimi Chillicothe, OH June 18, 2019 |
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