A TRIBUTE TO POETRY, MY LIFE



poetry left me at the door
it felt final, i was not quite sure
she was truly not
coming back 
anymore

i was caught in life’s net
of such important things, you bet
that mattered not, actually
i was one to fret
when to step back

into the life i have chosen
i pay tribute to this passion
over words, over stories
yearning to return
word woven

poems to embrace
is  the true life of grace
crawl over pages
away from blase
finding my grace

poetry, my life


by ninot aziz

Copyright (c) 2020 ninotaziz

Note: Finding inspiration from 7th century poet, Li Bai, Tang Dynasty

If I could turn back the clock


there were moments
frozen in time, but never undone
 
there were words
spoken in haste, and forever hanging
 
in that space between the dimension
of forgiveness and pain
 
laughters that echo
through the tunnels of time
 
there is love that is overwhelming
but still not enough
 
it is not emptiness that remain
but bittersweet pain, the deep loss that knows
 
what will never be replaced.
 
 
Copyright  © 2016 ninotaziz

HAIBUN | IN A BLINK

Photo courtesy of Gabriella


Where have all the people disappeared to? Do we say hello to one another down the street? Does Friday appear almost as soon as Monday is here? The weekend passes by in a blink...

brisk summer walks
business as usual
city is alive and aware

How have all my friends been doing? Do we still write emails and letters  to each other? Does December appear almost as soon as soon as January arrives? The months pass by in a blink...

autumn to autumn
rivers flow as they should
to sea without hesitation

When did all the children go silent? Do we hear their laughter ringing in the street? Does winter appear as soon as summer is over? The seasons pass by in a blink...

snowflakes fall
all sleep even as the wind howls
the earth renews itself

Why are all the babies announcements unfamilliar? Did we attend our best friends' baby showers this year? Does Christmas appear almost as soon as we celebrate New Year? The year passes by in a blink...

a lone sprig grows
spring brings hope and false
security is so fleeting

Where is that mountain over yonder? Did I miss the horizon while the city grew taller? Did a concrete jungle  appear over busy years? Did the decades pass us by in a blink...

summer is relentless
like the morning glory
a kingdom to climb


Copyright © 2016 ninotaziz

All Rights Reserved

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because Gabriella is calling haibun
and winter is over




River dreams



step into my dream
it meanders like a never-ending river

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the river of my youth is a rock
it anchors me to my childhood

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there is a place
where the clouds are mirrored
in flowing water

crocodiles lurk
but do not attack

floating islands invite play

riverbanks merely 
a gateway to secrets below the water

there is a place
where bamboo reeds are growing
reaching to the sky


Copyright © 2015 ninotaziz


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Childhood

 
 
train rides south
mum missing dad
oblivious, we only enjoy
our moving playground
measured independence
 
childhood moments

murder on the orient express
mysteries of grey blue eyes
courtesy of Agatha Christie
hours of escape

childhood read
 
 
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for dversepoets
 
Bill's post takes me to the time at least 40 years ago. Dad was a manager at a timber company. We had to venture hinterland to see him.
 
The train ride was at least 12 hours. North. South.
 
At least I thought so.

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