Shahla Latifi

Strange Curiosity

 

 As a girl

With a strange curiosity

I watched my mother,

How she endured the drain of her beauty 

 

Her youth was so brief

Her life seemed meaningless

Beneath all her hushed whispers

Was the voice of a woman who preferred to be free

 

As a girl

With a restless voice

I could not scream

I could not cry aloud,

To grieve for the songbirds who suffered a sudden death

 

As a girl

Humming in the garden

I watched the caterpillars,

Transform into butterflies on the arms of ripe roses

 

As a girl

I saw stars illuminate the night

The rain, behind the window

The wind in the arms of a living evening

Carrying me away to unknown shores

 

As a girl

Every time I parted my lips to complaints

I would be in trouble

 

But still,

With love on my shoulders

Holding my head high

I stared far above the free stars

 

Shahla Latifi

October 1st, 2019

 

Comments3

  • Neville

    this is a beautiful poem....

  • Laura

    Shahla,

    Wow!!
    An exceptional poem!
    The last stanza says it all!

    ~Laura~

    • Shahla Latifi

      Thank you, Laura, for reading my new poem.
      I have always been a dreamer:)

    • dusk arising

      You are right to look to where you see freedom and beauty for those are wholesome values which will hopefully bring forth the chance of enlightenment.

      Lovely style in your writing.

      • Shahla Latifi

        Yes- mind enlightenment leads our mind in the right direction.
        Thank you for complimenting the style/my way of writing.



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