A State Of Absence

Hey you, who reside in horizons fleeing from my steps! How could I pluck out and gather winds from your lofty trees?
Each time I climb mountains, I find an inscription registering a blow of your old perfume and a drawing of your absence. Each time I travel towards a spring, a summer overtakes me with embers and an autumn assaults me with sublime nakedness. Whenever I descend to valleys, heaps of darkness and fog breaths cover me, whenever I sink into water, my lips are ripped by fata morgana and salts.
What are you, enchantress, at whose waistline mountains and sky embrace?
I shall say, sometimes: at seasons of thin joys, you are the mouth of morning;
At sunset blues, you are a purple flower.
And I’ll say: at all other times, you are an absence present with full details.
Here I am, since the beginning of times running to hold the tail of your dress, embroidered by honeyed thorns and wishes.
But now, just now, I realize that you dwell here, in my furrowed voice like an ancient thread flying faraway from a flute’s mouth.
I realize now, oh you impossible standing on my palms, that fair illusions can
Be notched only by fair illusions.

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Fareed K. Ghanem

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I am 58 years old, from eastern Galilee, Israel (Palestine). I studied English literature, psychology and Law at the Hebrew university (Jerusalem). In the last three years, I published three books of which is dedicated to prose poetry. You are invited to visit the Facebook page Shadows of Water, where I publish my prose poems I translate to English.
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