The watercolor painting above is by Cathy Chen and is titled “Simplicity”
Month: December 2015
Monday
Art Showcase, Authors, Blog, Omar Abdelhamid, Philosophy, Poetry, Society, UncategorizedMonday
A Poem by Omar Abdelhamid
It is Monday.
The sky is freshly rolled out
the air is soft and silent
A single crimson leaf
dances above my head
And the world is in front of my eyes
but my arms cannot reach out and grab it
I am a speck in the ground below
Some hear my whispers
Stoop down to listen.
Pick up the words I drop
And place them into my humble basket
- Am. Sinking.
My arms and neck are stuck in the cement
I cannot reach out, nor do I have a soul to lift me
I am bound to something, something more than me
and it rushes through my bones
through my mind bouncing back and forth and breaking through every thought every memory
And I can feel the frozen bodies of those who fell behind me, screaming, hoping,
leaving their legacies
to be plucked by the vulture time
who eats his meal with no haste
they leave it for me
for me to drop
and for you to stoop down,
pick up, and place into my humble basket
They will find me here
if they care to look
frozen
a moment in time
an echo, a memory
And every echo is smaller
when there is no one there to hear
please hear
Send help
Give my words a way
To break me out
out of this cage
Open
Art Showcase, Authors, Cathy Chen, DrawingsThe above is a watercolor painting by Cathy Chen. It is called ” Open”.
Skyscrapers
Authors, Blog, Omar Abdelhamid, Philosophy, Society, UncategorizedSkyscrapers
A Short Story by Omar Abdelhamid
Exhausted from the walk and relieved to have found a seat, I braced myself for the roar of the train as it took off. Suddenly we were in the dark, and I could spot blotches of graffiti on the inside of the tunnel as we whizzed by. I could not think, because my thoughts,unable to keep up with the speed of the iron beast, were left to float in the emptiness of the tunnels, to be ignored, if even noticed, by later commuters. The screech of the friction of the rails as we shot through exhausted my mind, until I could see nothing, I could hear nothing, and I could know nothing. And West shot the beast towards home.
