EAST MEMOIR
• يوميات شرق •
  * Amer Fatuhi *

ACHE MEMOIR

Window
Wide like the plain
Sharp like sword
Serene like honey
Warm like Bosom
quiet like lamb
Evil like the night
fierce like the sea
cruel like the rock
That is my eyes

In spite of all his sins
He was a man
Goes on anguish
Goes on worried
chasing his captives’ tracks

Whoever I might be
Lover ... Infatuated
Or a thorn in the eyes
the dirt underneath my nails, remain
Purer than the purest pretender

He is definitely just
he who makes me swallow a razor
then tells me to sing

A Rabbit, a deer, and a thieving den
the rabbit spread out the yards grounds
all the deer grow feathers
Fly
and the desert becomes lovers refuge

If you ask yourself
How many twenties
Of an age like a wasteland
And feelings of cold and snow
Will you endure?

Your first departure
Was bitter
Was tragic
Your departure
Which we didn’t plan
I took it patiently
Like a detainee in a torturing chamber
This time
Your departure was quiet
And silence
Which, nether patience can help it
Nor death

JUBILEE MEMOIR

Fifty and a few stones
were suddenly touched by a drizzle
the sand blossom
and ripen
what was once dying!

Twenty as if they have never pass
as if I everyday
Thousand times I did not die!

This love
knows no reason or logic
a thief we yield to rob
then we bless what he stole!

My head on your bosom
Or your head on my chest
Two orbits of honey
In a universe of confectionary
O God, How close you are
O God, How sweet you are
O God, How far you are
Oh life fragrance
my heart
my love
and my destiny

TASTELESS MEMOIR

We sat together
Burdened by thoughts
looking for an outlet to intimate
We found the years between us
the distances vast
wherever we turn
Mountains rise
We laughed long
We laughed a lot
We laughed all in us
when we were desperate
We said impossible

Your relics in our room
Since you left became
Tools in a torture chamber
the orange ribbon of your hair
you furtively left behind
your sleeping garments
that disappeared from a whisper
Your doctorate theses
That has not finished reading
Even our stuffed-toy Thwaila
Gave us more than a smile
these things(s) became
Revive me and give me hope
Every dawn
To slaughter me out of yearning
and ache
Every sunset

This silence
That stuns me like a wall
Of snow,
mountains of fire
who can break it?
This heart
that squeezes my soul since you left
Day and night
Bleeding aches like stones
Who can heal it?

He put his colors aside
then stretched
Inhaled his grief sarcastically
then stripped
Opened the window of his room
And left!!
Where no colors
No Grief
No Shatha*

Your Name
Some water in my mouth
So, what is the use of screaming?!

* Shatha: a name in Arabic means fragrance.

< بالعربيه >


SPECIAL THANKS
Wholehearted thanks is extended to
My friends and associates who assisted with proofreading
My poems in English:

Daniel T. Ames, (Life Wins, The Temple of Sorrows, Good Morning Me, Wounding the Dark, & Fleeing Paradise)
Ira C. Houck, & Weam Namou,
(September Rain)
Salaam Mishkoor, (Shatha’s Garden, A Woman From Above, East Memoir, &
T-Wall’s City)

Amer Hanna Fatuhi