Cold Darkness
My friends are so polite and they always try to drink the clean
water but unfortunately we are in the same cold darkness. I am a man of the
twenty-first century and my legs had dipped in the soul of earth as an old cow.
We don't like darkness or its cold voice but my hand was frosted as a woman coat and my friends' hearts
were hung on the absent trees. You may see the lights and grasp their chants
but the real face of all of these illusions is a cold darkness.
Cold Daughters
Our sun has a thick veil and many daughters.
I saw them walking in our streets but they are lightless and cold. Everything here
is icy and silent even our evenings which they were travelling between the
ambergris as a blind grasshopper. They are eating all the beauty and building
on our tired shoulders all the glory. Please don’t ask me about their skirts or
hair because in addition to my blindness they have cloudy faces.
Anwer Ghani is an Iraqi poet and writer. He was
born in 1973 in Hilla. He is the author of "Narratopoet"; (Inventives
Cloud 2017), "Antipoetic Poems"; (Creat Spacee 2017),
"TRUMP"; a poetry collection, (Inner Child Press 2017) and "The
Narratolyric Writing"; essays (Smashwords 2017). His name has appeared in
Otoliths, Adelaide, November Bees, Zarf, Peacock, Eunioa, Rabbit and many
others. Anwer had 40 books in literature and religious sciences in Arabic.
