Monday, January 3, 2011

Becca walks like rain

drops trace the veins of branches

in the mourning sun.

My Valentine's Day With Jess

We went to the barn that day
to ride Apple Jack.
One woman said about me
"is that girl new to riding?"

Jess, you are right.
I am not a natural.

But over this last decade
I have traveled long
and I have traveled hard
and I have learned some things along the way
and now I am galloping with the horses.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The Islamic Calender

We count our days
by the moon, of course,
and not by the sun.

The moon,
which pulls the tides
and obscures the stars
and tugs on our hearts,
maybe to test our faith,
or maybe just-
to build our patience.

Monday, December 20, 2010

The Queen of Qulb Reddens

The Queen of Qulb Reddens
like Gabriel's horn summons-

heaven.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Monet and The Art of Poetry

Let not my eyes be fixed
or rest on the same place
for too long.

For those of us that see
like no one else can see
are hailed by everyone.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

About Poetry: The Human Condition

Poetry taps into the human condition through the use of specific sensory stimulants, narratives and metaphors. As such, the more specific the stimulants, narratives and metaphors the MORE relatable it is to the reader and their own lives.

This blog is an attempt to tap into your emotional state and life experience with both narrative and abstract poetry.

Poetry has come a long way over its history. Revolutionary innovations, such as William Shakespeare's breaking of traditional iambic pantameter, are now considered extremely restrictive. Rules about meter, rhyme and punctuation, as well as format in the computer age, are basically non-existent.

Poets are now free to express their work in any way they see fit. The only repercussion that exists is the perception by readers of its quality.

These changes are evident across cultures, as even traditional poetic societies, such as those in the Arab world, are adopting less strict and formulaic guidelines as to what constitutes good poetry.

The number one criteria of good poetry nowadays is its ability to move you, as a reader, into heightened emotional states which trigger the memory of a past event or series of events. I have also made presenting to you material which accomplishes this goal my number one priority.

First and second-person narrative tends to accomplish this better than third-person narrative (although it can be done in third-person). As such, you can expect most, if not all, of the narrative poetry here to be in first or second- person.

Do not confuse the narrator with me, as the poet, because even those poems that reflect actual events in my life contain a narrator who is not me. As long as your comments are appropriate, feel free to contact me at Seifeldeine@gmail.com and I will get back in touch with you, as well as share with all my readers any high quality mail. Hope you enjoy!

The Scars on My Wrist

There are scars on my wrist
And they are fading away
on a journey across the edge
of a jagged, broken bottle.

A broken bottle journey
across my wrist.

Cut deep, cut sraight-
the story of my life
sketched
in calligraphy
across my wrist.