my past woman

To my past woman : I asked about my old hotel
I asked about the kiosk I was buy newspapers from it
I do not found the hotel or the kiosk and I hear that the newspapers stoped after you leave and it was appear that the city and sidewalks replaced and the sun changed her post office number and the stars which we was rent them in summer became no one look for them a lot of changes after you leave .
After you leave me , the trees change their address , and the birds take their kids and immigrated for ever and the sea throw him self in the sea and die .
Searching for an umbrella safe me from rains , searching for the names of night clubs I was dance with you in it but the people laugh at my idiot and told me the city I search for was sinked in the sea from long years ago .
Why when you travel in time and leave me you take all the names of week days with you , why u take the spherical of the earth with you and then I become as the fish which can not understand her out from the sea water .
You travel in my blood , and it is not easy for me to change my blood cause my blood type is rare and you are the only woman can give me her blood .
My past woman , please stop about grow up inside me , please stop about procreation under my skin as forest , please help me to stop the small habits I was create with you , please help me to pull out your smle from my house curtains .
My past woman , please help me to remember my name I was called when I was young in school , please help me to remember the style of my poems before they print on your face features , please help me to reback my language which its words were made only for you . Show me one book , you are not wrote in it , Show me one bird , his mother not learn him to spell your sweet name , Show me one tree , you are not one of her leaves . Show me one water stream not lick sugar from your feets , you are a woman her voice fall in the land and then make green tree and when your sweet shadow fall in my body I become as created river .
Why you immigrate from my chest and you became with no home or land , why you choosed to go out from my poetry time and u choosed to stay in the narrow time , why you broken my inkwell which I was paint you with it ???
With love ,
khaled
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
past is past,but the flasing memories chase us all time and rememebrance come to mind as ocean tide

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lucy1777
khaled..your right the past is the past but memorys do chase us from time to time ..nice writethumbs up
windyweatherly
khaled, what a memory. Of course you can't find any of those physical place anymore because of progress. They cut the trees and all. But try to move on and I am sure it will be a long shot but it will get better.

Thanks for sharing.

Phyllis
deeprootlove1
lucy1777
thanks dear for ur understanding comment,the life experince should strengthen us and make us look positively to future
deeprootlove1
windyweatherly
thanks dear friend for ur comment,i always appreciate it,yes the events in past always make us strong in future and push us to not fall in mistake againsad flower
LadyMorgana60
Yes the past may come to play with us now & then..but in that it heals, and we move on, as you rightfully say Stronger..and wiser.

Thank you for sharing deeprootlove. wine
deeprootlove1
LadyMorgana60
thanks dear for ur comment,yes we always should look to future with hopeful way,and always there will be always tomrrow with new sunrise
Pinkpoetress
Khaled,
I believe this is one of your best poems yet. It was very touching to me. Take care and Bless U.
Poetnumber1
Upbeat poem,another lyrical,seasoned poem,well doneapplause handshakeM.M
kle76am
Khaled the love was deep and strong
Healing I believe will be long
But take heart you are not alone
We have all spoken in your tone

Loved the peom it is good to hear a man who had loved deeply. I enjoyed it.
jazzy75
Powerful, beautiful and original! A masterpiece my dear friend.hug teddybear gift
deeprootlove1
Pinkpoetress
thanks for u dear friend,always ur comments highly appreciated
deeprootlove1
Poetnumber1
thanks dear friend for ur comment,i always like ur poetry too
Ladybee42
Whoa! sir, this is not a poem it is a piece of writing I'd venture to call prose which would be the next best thing to story writing. I read it over and see you struggle with the translation, yet even so I was captivated. I would love to know exactly what it was you are trying to write here as the entire story is bursting with emotion all around that one question -

'why'

Much is lost in translation - yet despite this, much remains and thank you for sharing it here.
applause thumbs up purple heart purple heart
deeprootlove1
kle76am
really thanks for comment,i really appreciate
deeprootlove1
jazzy75
thanks dear friend always ur comments rise my spirit
deeprootlove1
Ladybee42
thanks dear for like it,u know u r the first one here who notice that i am struggle really in translation my poems to english cos it is not my mother language,but i do my best as i can cos english not my mother language,and if i post here with arab alnguage no one will understand it cos arab letter in very diffrent way,i just try to do my best,thanks for stop and read it
niah9
when the pain drips onto the page, how can anyone not be moved.....thank you khaled for sharing...Kathyteddybear
orientalkoru
reliving long lost love and passion...can be pretty emotional Khaled no wonder this poem or prose of yours is bursting at its seam with so much emotions/sentiments....and I almost missed out reading it...teddybear
deeprootlove1
orientalkoru ,naih9
thanks for u both ,for nice comments
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