i am moved by the weight of sound
and the scent of steaming raindrops
as they course over the bitter blacktop
lungs filled with hot summer air
my mind simmering like the day
and i touch the broken grass
it tickles my stocking feet
while i gaze into the canopy
birds are speaking loudly
they want me to hear
for their lyrics are profound
where will they be
when comes the snow and ice
in some great distant land
singing praises there
i am stirred by the shifting light of dusk
it makes of me a fool
hiding truth amidst the darkness
what strange sounds come now
in backyards
outside the dusty window panes
and i touch the stained glass
its texture feels my fingers
tracing out all the history
that has passed through in colored light
so make for me this bed
for in sleep i shall remember
what comes in days and hours
forming rhymes and rhythms
swinging in the dreaming hammock
and waking to devour
i am lifted by this spirit
so lonely in the darkness
i have fallen from my perch
feeling momentary sadness
but when i see her face
her golden baby smile
i take her out to see the birds
perhaps she can translate for awhile
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/3/12
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Posted by Olivia on August 17, 2012 at 4:35 pm
You have such a talent for painting a picture with words! I read this one several times, and it just gets more beautiful. – Olivia
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast on August 17, 2012 at 5:07 pm
Thank you for the compliment! It means a great deal to me. My style of poetry is really about just that, using words and language to create something beautiful. I like to leave the meaning and interpretation up to the reader. That way it becomes their own and so lives in many different ways according to the connection and emotional response that each person gets from what they have read.