—Poetry by Dr. Anissa Sboui, Suisse, Tunisia
—Artwork Courtesy of Public Domain
SNOW
I can see the snow
Falling below
Declaring the chastity of the land:
Embroidered in white
What I affirm
And cannot offend
Is the meteorically clean site
No one may withstand.
I can see the snow
Falling below
Freezing warm hand
Heating heart bow
Stagnating nagging row
With the sweep of cleansing band.
I can see the snow
Falling below
Touching the green sand
Smothering flowers not to grow
Over the hills of Iceland
On the eve of ceaseless thunder of woe.
I can see the snow
Falling below
After fierce flakes of snow blow
The clouds do mend,
Wait for the sunrise in the end
Transforming the sky, I saw
Into a resplendent rainbow.
I can see the snow
Falling below
Declaring the chastity of the land:
Embroidered in white
What I affirm
And cannot offend
Is the meteorically clean site
No one may withstand.
I can see the snow
Falling below
Freezing warm hand
Heating heart bow
Stagnating nagging row
With the sweep of cleansing band.
I can see the snow
Falling below
Touching the green sand
Smothering flowers not to grow
Over the hills of Iceland
On the eve of ceaseless thunder of woe.
I can see the snow
Falling below
After fierce flakes of snow blow
The clouds do mend,
Wait for the sunrise in the end
Transforming the sky, I saw
Into a resplendent rainbow.
DOWN-TO-EARTH
The thing she yearns for
Is to witness transformation.
Athena tells her:
“Are you longing for shadowing this virtual life?
Is fake society what you seek to undo?
Go to the streets, meet the truth,
Embrace what has long been invisible to you!”
Today, she decides to go on foot
She leaves her car in the garage
What she wants is to breathe fresh air
To see life, authentic moments to share
To touch the ground
To cross the route, to face reality
She moves her sight through passers-by:
They come and go
For the sake of change
To alter current lives
She discerns features
Pulls masks, discovers a reality of creatures
She fears no one
She fears not even the savage neighborhood
She cares not about the robbery
As soon as she approaches the roundabout
Dizzy she becomes
Knowing not how to navigate by boot
Which way to choose
As precious time she may lose
When she used to drive
The road was easy
She learns when to turn right or left.
Now there is an immersive shift
The way home is as perilous as the Garena free-fire,
Caught in its riddles,
A hidden perplexion strives
To defeat the heat,
Exhaustion walks instead
Her pale face turns red
Steps do beat
Staring at the labyrinth
Time to serve in the middle
Tea with mint
The thing she yearns for
Is to witness transformation.
Athena tells her:
“Are you longing for shadowing this virtual life?
Is fake society what you seek to undo?
Go to the streets, meet the truth,
Embrace what has long been invisible to you!”
Today, she decides to go on foot
She leaves her car in the garage
What she wants is to breathe fresh air
To see life, authentic moments to share
To touch the ground
To cross the route, to face reality
She moves her sight through passers-by:
They come and go
For the sake of change
To alter current lives
She discerns features
Pulls masks, discovers a reality of creatures
She fears no one
She fears not even the savage neighborhood
She cares not about the robbery
As soon as she approaches the roundabout
Dizzy she becomes
Knowing not how to navigate by boot
Which way to choose
As precious time she may lose
When she used to drive
The road was easy
She learns when to turn right or left.
Now there is an immersive shift
The way home is as perilous as the Garena free-fire,
Caught in its riddles,
A hidden perplexion strives
To defeat the heat,
Exhaustion walks instead
Her pale face turns red
Steps do beat
Staring at the labyrinth
Time to serve in the middle
Tea with mint
LIFE IS NEVER BORING IN HER ABSENCE
Life is never boring in her absence
The sky is blue
The earth in motion
People’s commotion
New birth rate
Towers to create
Life is never boring in her absence
Kids play in kindergarten
Giggle and feel good
Words dwell on their minds
Life is never boring in her absence
The athlete wins
Of golden medals he’s twins
Back to victory
Treading on loss bins
Life is never boring in her absence
Jupiter on the show
Mission won’t be hollow
An astronaut gives a blow
Slaps the sworn foe
Firm steps to the moon
May crown the nation soon
Life is never boring in her absence
The sky is blue
The earth in motion
People’s commotion
New birth rate
Towers to create
Life is never boring in her absence
Kids play in kindergarten
Giggle and feel good
Words dwell on their minds
Life is never boring in her absence
The athlete wins
Of golden medals he’s twins
Back to victory
Treading on loss bins
Life is never boring in her absence
Jupiter on the show
Mission won’t be hollow
An astronaut gives a blow
Slaps the sworn foe
Firm steps to the moon
May crown the nation soon
SPRING TIME
Wonder falls on the wall
Spring comes, departs fall
Leaves flower
Flowers leave blossom tall
Within a couple of days
Species, delighted
Attracting all
The monkey jumps higher
Needs to call
The little bird
Using it as a doll
The rabbit devours
The carrot,
Switches to the turtle
Plotting to turn its
Shell into a ball.
The rest cherishes
The mesmerizing nature,
Looking like a mall…
____________________
Today’s LittleNip:
THE STONE AGE
—Dr. Anissa Sboui
Julia drives to work on her own
Dumps leftovers
No phone,
No net cone,
Not even computer bone
Back to the Age of Stone
_____________________
Welcome back to Dr. Anissa Sboui, a University teacher and poet from Sousse, Tunisia! Dr. Sboui was first featured in the Kitchen on June 1, 2022.
Today (10/15) will be the S’more Poetry and Song Competition at the California State Railroad Museum in Sacramento, plus the stage play, God’s Trying to Tell You Something (also in Sacramento), plus the Third Saturday Art Walk in Placerville, featuring Rina Wakefield and Special Guest, Art's and Culture of El Dorado's Marya Osucha. Authors Day takes place in Rancho Cordova, and Watershed returns to Berkeley. Plus, if you’re in Fresno, Four MoSt Poets from Modesto will be reading at Fresno's LitHop 2022. Click UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS at the top of this column for details about these and other future poetry events in the NorCal area.
Wow! So many choices!
_____________________
—Medusa
Wonder falls on the wall
Spring comes, departs fall
Leaves flower
Flowers leave blossom tall
Within a couple of days
Species, delighted
Attracting all
The monkey jumps higher
Needs to call
The little bird
Using it as a doll
The rabbit devours
The carrot,
Switches to the turtle
Plotting to turn its
Shell into a ball.
The rest cherishes
The mesmerizing nature,
Looking like a mall…
____________________
Today’s LittleNip:
THE STONE AGE
—Dr. Anissa Sboui
Julia drives to work on her own
Dumps leftovers
No phone,
No net cone,
Not even computer bone
Back to the Age of Stone
_____________________
Welcome back to Dr. Anissa Sboui, a University teacher and poet from Sousse, Tunisia! Dr. Sboui was first featured in the Kitchen on June 1, 2022.
Today (10/15) will be the S’more Poetry and Song Competition at the California State Railroad Museum in Sacramento, plus the stage play, God’s Trying to Tell You Something (also in Sacramento), plus the Third Saturday Art Walk in Placerville, featuring Rina Wakefield and Special Guest, Art's and Culture of El Dorado's Marya Osucha. Authors Day takes place in Rancho Cordova, and Watershed returns to Berkeley. Plus, if you’re in Fresno, Four MoSt Poets from Modesto will be reading at Fresno's LitHop 2022. Click UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS at the top of this column for details about these and other future poetry events in the NorCal area.
Wow! So many choices!
_____________________
—Medusa
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