The Door

The Door prose poem

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The Door//
By: Fareed Ghanem
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(1)
The door; outside there is everything; flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath-bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks which flower with love, ready to pass to oblivion, flattering chorus, cola tans, gay commodities, markets of puffy speech, and narrow space…
While, inside, on a wooden chair, in front of a loaf of bread and a bottle of oil, at a silent corner, sky and homeland warm themselves at a child’s lap, before they spread out.

(2)
A door is a wooden membrane, populated by algae and weevils, dividing between a tiny throne and a wide prison.

(3)
A door is two O’s between D and R;
The D of destruction and dogmas outside,
And the R of reposing sea in a water drop.

(4)
A door is an openness and closure, around two nails, between death and resurrection.

(5)
A door is a bridge standing on bars of desire and lamentations, between intimacy and publicity, between Ego and its fragments.

(6)
A door is a meeting between exits and entries, between rejoices and ‘oh’s, standing on a threshold.

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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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