Tag Archives: poetry

Poem entered into today’s contest

Standard

The following poem was created using only book titles off the bookshelf above.

THE STORY OF ZAHRA

One of PRINCESS SULTANA’S DAUGHTERS

THE WOMEN OF SAND AND MYRRH

Full of GRANDMOTHER’S SECRETS

And ARAB FOLKTALES

Traveling THE ROAD TO TAHRIR SQUARE

Wearing a VEIL OF ROSES

She leaves the THE HOUSE OF OBEDIENCE

And DREAMS OF TRESPASS

Or an EXIT TO EDEN

THE ARABIAN NIGHTS

Are full of NADIA’S SONG

SAND CASTLES

Like ATLANTIS RISING

Remembering STOLEN LIVES

SEVEN DAUGHTERS AND SEVEN SONS

Making THE CHOICE

A TRUST BETRAYED

UNEXPLAINED

Chasing TOMORROW’S DREAM

SCHEHEREZADE GOES WEST

Whispering to ANGELS & DEMONS

Searching for the EYE OF THE PYRAMID

Through the fog of the EMPIRES OF SAND

But, wait, MIRAGE

THE PERFUMED GARDEN OF CHEIKH NEFZAOUI

She never left the HAREM

by Tina Douthat Marreez September 2011

The Black Box

Standard

The Black Box

by Tina Douthat Marreez

 She lives within a cold black box.

She sees nothing.

She hears nothing.

She is afraid.

 All at once he comes, and warms her

With his rays like the sun.

He melts away the ice from the box and it opens.

She emerges.

 She sees and hears everything,

As if for the first time.

She opens her arms to him,

And like an eagle she soars.

Then, unexpectedly, though she should have known,

Clouds roll in and shadow her from him.

She plummets down to earth,

And finds herself alone.

 Her heart breaks,

As she slowly turns,

Lifts the heavy lid,

And reenters the black box she calls home.

 She sees nothing

She hears nothing

But, she feels everything.

Her icy wet tears scald her, as they fall from her sun-kissed cheeks.

Simple Poetry

Standard

Over the years, I have come across poetry that was so hard to understand that I needed a dictionary handy just to get through it.  Whether it was poetry written by intellectuals, or someone writing with a thesaurus, trying to find the most difficult of words to describe something, I don’t know.  I have written poetry my whole life, but it was never difficult to understand.  Words came to my mind and flowed out through my fingers onto paper.  I didn’t seek out the most difficult words I could find, but words that just came out of me.  There has to be a place in the world, for plain old simple styled poetry.  I have to say that the other day I posted a poem on a Facebook Group posting for authors, and I got a comment back by one of the authors that really pissed me off. 

Her:  “Are you writing poetry for yourself, or to be published? Poetry is a gorgeous, complicated world, but tender writer beware. There’s a LOT to it.”

Me:  “I don’t aspire to be a poet, although I write poems. There’s a lot of difference between poetry written by the common man and someone who has been afforded the good fortune of going to an ivy league college for instance. There is poetry out there that is supposed to be awesome, that I need a dictionary to decipher and to be honest, I just am not that interested. I would much rather know what the common man has to say and be able to understand it easily.”

Her: “Great poetry has nothing to do with an ivy league education, and everything to do with an obsession with words put together in fascinating ways, steeped in long tradition.”

Me:  “Possibly so, but if a normal person can’t read it, what’s the point?”   …there are a lot of different types of poetry, just as there are a lot different types of writers and readers. I just don’t think simple poetry should be discounted in any way.

Her: “Simple is not easy, and is worlds away from diary style thoughts dashed onto paper. Real poetry involves great deliberation and style. Careful, concise word choice. Since you have so little space to express your ideas, each word is much more important.”

Me: “I am no Shakespeare..nor aspire to be. I write what moves me.”

These comments made by one individual to me, made me feel highly defensive.  Should one person’s way of writing be the same as another’s.  Whose to say that something can’t just come to me in an instant and go down on paper and it couldn’t be fabulous.  I don’t agree that writing a poem has to be a long and drawn out affair.  Maybe I am wrong, but that is my opinion.

Here is the poem that I had posted, let me know your thoughts:

Center Stage

by Tina Douthat Marreez

When the music slows, it finds me center stage and all alone. 

The spotlight encircles me and all at once my voice pierces the silence like a knife.

It is not me, but someone I have become. 

I sway and trill and the audience is enraptured. 

My voice carries as if for miles,

bringing chills to my own skin.

Rising and falling

High and clear

Faster and faster, to the final high note,

it leaves me breathless and the audience in applause. 

For a brief second I am lost in the moment of glory.

Then the dancers burst forth from the curtains and move past me.

I can smell the heat of their bodies and they dance and sing.

The air around me is whirling.

It whips at my skirt and teases my hair.

As we hold hands preparing to take a bow,

I can feel perspiration wet between fingers.

It’s trickling down my back from the heat of the stage lights.

My heart is pounding and I feel truly alive for the first time.