Two poems, by Ahmad Abuljobain

 

Iraqi Poetry with Nina Magazine

Iraqi Poetry with Nina Magazine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blossom of My Mother’s Womb

January 1990

 

Oh, blossom of my mother’s womb,

Whose life was pain but death so quick

Your face, such love, would shine and bloom

Your heart was torn and bled at fate’s last trick.

 

Oh, blossom of my mother’s womb,

Your name brought glory to its flower

Now you lie beneath a gray cold tomb,

Now life is bleak, taste so sour

 

Oh, blossom of my mother’s womb,

My heart is void without your counsel

To God I pray that you above us loom,

Plucked from me like a rose’s petal

 

Oh, blossom of my mother’s womb,

Our lives, not by choice, were rent asunder

My tears are secret, thoughts left to roam

My joy within your grave, bound to wander

 

Sister dear, I pity me not but miss your smile,

Laughter’s wings from us have flown

Sister dear, the pain, the pain is oh, so vile,

My chest is tight; but my heart is stone.

 

Dedicated to my sister, Dalia. August 19, 1964 – December 7, 1990

 

 

 

Heaven’s Door

This vast ocean whence I hailed

Was made through choices I had made.

Upon its bed, my heart I laid

And to its Master softly prayed

My life to lead thru Heaven’s door

While to the water I add more.

 

Drop by drop this swell does rise

To drown the sound of wretched cries

As other earthly wells it dries.

Upon these waves my body flies

My life to lead thru Heaven’s door

While to the water I add more.

 

Along this path I often find

Foul creatures of a baneful kind

Whom I must battle in my mind

And keep mine eye from going blind

My life to lead thru Heaven’s door

While to the water I add more.

 

The words they use are harsher still

Than weapons made to mortals kill.

They spew yet never gain their fill

And I must bear their brutal ill

My life to lead thru Heaven’s door

While to the water I add more.

 

Many-a demon I have slain

Although my will does often drain.

This course replete with piercing pain

Has made this trek a tortured strain

My life to lead thru Heaven’s door

While to the water I add more.

 

Yet nought compares to love once kissed

And lost to dreams but daily missed.

Mem’ries borne—my soul to twist.

Sweet scents to ponder as I wrest

My life to lead thru Heaven’s door

While to the water I add more.

 

Echoes heard of dulcet laughter

Fill my breast with wistful rapture.

Days gone by no more to capture

As I turn to meet my Master

My life to lead thru Heaven’s door

While to the water I add more.

 

My strength I draw to vanquish fears.

My mind I seek to question seers.

No force have I to stanch these tears

Which feed this sea that here appears

My life to lead thru Heaven’s door

While to the Water I add more,

While to the Water I add more.

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