Motionlessness

Motionlessness prose poem

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An empty chair on an abandoned balcony must be bored. It goes into the dressing room, sits on the floor in front of a silent mirror, and asks her colorful landlady to sit on top of it, so that they can murder another morning.

At evening, the chair walks out of the mirror, listens to the horrible news about massacring mornings and infants, by the name of the holey homelands, then digs a deep hole in the smoky ground and stands inside, motionless, tear-less, leafless, among the burnt trees of Aleppo.

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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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