poemsbyninotaziz: June 2010

The mermaid

microfiction #37

The mermaid loved, the mermaid died
For a timeless fairytale, she was sacrificed...
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Sara's Winter

Magpie #20

Sara sat crosslegged, cornered
A slip of a shawl
Hanging over her shoulder

She was forlorn, frozen
Quivering smile, unreleased sigh
A misty goodbye in the air - unspoken

Sara barefooted, barefaced
Staring right through you
Dreadfully visible, her lonely ache

The door, ajar
Bristling autumn, cold winter
The seasons forever marred

Everything untouched
An icicle threatenening to crash
On the chilly slab, a forgotten toothbrush...

The Blade of a Stranger

Magpie #19

A game - introductions made

From across the sea

We exchanged a bloodless blade

And now can never be enemies...

ninotaziz, 22nd June 2010

Tenderness

Has a new name

An endearing face,

Yours.

Happiness

New realms of bliss

A euphoric haven

Mine.

Friendship

Has a new home

A shared secret

Ours.

ninot, 19th November 1997

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All rights reserved.

Sundancer

The light in the sun

Reflects upon the water

I am here, the only one

Spellbound by utter splendour

ninot, 13th August 1997

The Eternal Fountain

I want to recapture my youth

The tremor in my voice and the blush

In my cheeks, tell me I have found it

The eternal fountain, it lies within the heart...

ninot, 4th August 1997

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I found real love after a lifetime...

Inas, chasing pigeons on the way to school

Have you ever stopped in your tracks

And felt like chasing the birds

With the wind at your back

And the sun saying, go forward...

Have you ever jumped down the stairs

Just for the fun of it

Without anyone to watch or dare

And land perfectly on your feet

Have you ever skipped from stool to stool

While looking absolutely impish, never the fool...

ninot, 25th October 1998

Iman's Lullaby

A hundred lambs

Are in fluffy land

Hushing me to sleep

To sleep, to sleep, to sleep

A thousand moons

Crescent, half and full

Are whispering bedtime stories

Of elves, gnomes and fairies

A million stars

Away and afar

Are twinkling bright

Sweet dreams tonight...

ninot, motherhood

July 1994

Death

A lingerance sears the heart

Soft and hazy , of days past

Never to return, this is the lure

Of the nostalgic cempaka...

ninot, 3rd October 1991

Subterfusion

Morning glory awakens

She kisses the morning dew

As her tendrils strengthens

Her hold upon you

Then one day the view

Is of a land in exile

And realisation came to you

It was hidden all the while...

ninot, 3rd October 1991

Delicate beauty is strongest

When self preservation is at stake -

Influences Me

Doubt

Limits me

Conceit

Ruins me

Love

Contents me

Achievements

Fill me

Art

Lives me

ninot, 2nd July 1989

New York

It was raining in NY

But I let the sky kiss me

As I waved goodbye...

ninot, 11th July 1988

I was stuck in the elevator at the YMCA. And a handsome Italian stranger rescued me.

The chameleon

A chameleon turns her face

From the day that is old

Looks away from arising pain

She grows - oh! So cold

ninot, 11th July 1988

The cat and the fiddle

On the rooftops
Dreams soar
Across time
Through unknown doors

I see a cat
In a forgotten town
Why is he sad
Why does he frown

My hand reaches out
In it, a fiddle
Do not doubt
Fantasy's miracle

My cat smiles
He dances a tune
After a while
He sings to the moon...

ninot, 10th august 1991

Among my earliest recollections, the Cat and The Fiddle Arcade, Hobart, Tasmania. I remember a fountain nearby though...

Childhood

A song from my childhood
Flirts around with me
And little does it know
It hurts terribly...

ninot, 10th June 1988

I vaguely remember curtains with Degas ballerinas in my childhood...but how can that be?

Self-discovery

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I am an island girl

For wherever I put

My two feet on the earth

I am surrounded by water

And my spirit is free...

ninot, 10th September 1991