you brought me a thousand doubts

Hafiz, Rumi, Forough Farrokhzad, no one does poetry quite like the Persians. A friend in Tehran even once compared me to Forough, it made me blush because that was a compliment of the highest order. I wish I was as talented.

So why am I here. I’m here to share the fal-e hafiz, a way to find your future in a line. I might be exaggerating a bit but it is a form of divination in Persian tradition that helps one find answers to questions on their mind.

Click the link, http://www.hafizonlove.com/fal.htm, and concentrate, then press the button to discover the answer. You should find it in the first line you see when you open your eyes.   

Before you go, let me share mine:

‘You brought me a thousand doubts’.

(Yikes! Not sure what to make of that line in relation to my question :/. It’s kind of freaking me out,

Supposedly there is more clarification to be found in the entire poem, I don’t know but see below.)

With your long curled eyelashes
You brought me a thousand doubts
When your sleepy eye flashes
A thousand pains in me come out.
O thou, companion of my heart
Memories of friends my mind depart
There is not a day that from the start
Your memory I do not tout.
The world is baseless and old
Lovers shout out and scold
Magic spells take their hold,
This is love's sorrowful route.
Separation puts me on fire
My circumstances are dire
May the nightly breeze inspire
With a whiff of what it's all about.
This world of space and time
For Beloved ain't worth a dime
Ruling the world is a crime
If Beloved is without.
If in my place, Beloved choose
Another, then I greatly lose
My life and soul I'll refuse
Curses upon myself I spout.
At dawn sings the nightingale
O Beloved, yourself unveil
In my head I cry and wail
Of yesternight's dreamy bout.
On my deathbed, when I rise
I'll head straight for Paradise
If only I can keep my eyes
Upon the flame your candle sprouts.
The tale of my desires
That I cry out and shout
Unmistakably inspires
What Hafiz said without doubt

http://www.hafizonlove.com/divan/08/354.htm

*originally shared/posted in 2014 ?

sometimes

Sometimes I feel so slow because my mind takes its time 
and I don't always get the messages filled with hidden agendas
the irony being that I'm a huge fan
of the double entendre and witty word play
which comes in handy writing poetry
but in conversations and other real life situations
I often want to pause and ask for clarification
but due to intimidation
I'll just run with the misinterpretation
in all its awkward glory
before I change the subject
and go off topic
someday it’ll make a great story
“Remember that time…”
but honestly that is all just speculation
I'm not usually aware of being in a situation
I'll most likely react with a blank stare
and an even more awkward smile
and a silently stated ‘OK’
before I turn around and go
before you know I'm slow.

drafts

there are a lot of sentences scattered
throughout my home, 
scattered like litter 
clogging up my life.
in a cloud of disconnected thoughts
they deserve further exploration
perhaps placement in some poem.
until then they linger
like the silent part of the conversation
trapped in the ether
of a distracted mind
still looking for a home…

Currently sorting through that litter and will be sharing more words including past posts from previous versions of this blog.

corkboards with poem title and index cards

zoom – the new open mic

I’ve missed going to my fav open mic, but we managed to keep it alive online. First through instagram and now via zoom. We get together every Thursday to connect and share poetry, music and more.

If you’d like to join us visit their instagram page (see link below). Sign up usually opens up Wednesday afternoon for Thursday evening shows 8pm (pacific time).

FOS is a wonderfully supportive and supremely talented group of people. Now that LA has kind of reopened, fingers crossed we’ll be able to return to live open mics soon.

spring has arrived

Spring has arrived
and the zodiac has spun a full circle
flowers bloom, birds sing
all kinds of pretty girls sport a good man’s ring
all kinds, that is, but me
my love life is as barren as a desert floor
my heart lies there alone
wilted like a rose
there are no crushes
I can look forward to
or have brighten my day
the sky may be blue
but all I see is the grey.
yes, spring may have arrived
but for me winter never left.




*originally shared 3/20/14

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