LOVERS' REFLECTIONS

Good poetry captures the moment through individual experience and releases it whole, as a mirror to our Humanity, beyond time and space.

 

In the Village The village women come down from the olive groves, their cracked hands traced with the dirt of the long days. Love paints their lined faces into beauty Mohammed perfumes the hem of his robe so that we will love the scent of his coming. Christ walks over the hill with flowers in his hair and kisses my mouth until the hidden springs flow. We eat from one dish as day rolls over the stones. The old ones recall the sources of our beginning and everlasting. Jesus and Mohammed dance with us at the wedding feast Hearts burst like chestnuts on the winter stove and we ripen in the fire that consumes all. Latifa Izmir, December, 1996