Friday, 5 August 2011

A thousand whirling dervishes



Last night my wandering hand had chance to linger
on the thin skin that connects your thumb and forefinger.

And this small touch
moved me so much,
that in the temples of my heart, where I'd kept the incense burning,
a thousand whirling dervishes cocked their heads and began turning.


50-word poem by Lisa Falzon
image source found on the CC on FLICKR, original here
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7 comments:

  1. Christa Calleja5 August 2011 at 17:07

    Beautiful.

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  2. Fresh Garden8 August 2011 at 14:16

    Nice! Keep it coming!

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  3. Anonymous18 August 2011 at 20:07

    Yes! Perfection. What a divine way to spin the essence of faith and devotion. Thank you. Worthy of Rumi. In fact, to my twenty-first century ear, better.
    Perhaps rhyme can stage a comeback if poets like you unflinchingly stand to announce the small "s" sacred inside the de-complexified.

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  4. Anonymous8 November 2011 at 19:19

    Absolutely beautiful!

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  5. Alice23 May 2012 at 21:38

    Love your work so much. I have one of your prints, you are super talented!

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  6. Unknown2 October 2012 at 01:42

    I'm impressed with much of your work.

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  7. Anonymous21 June 2013 at 11:38

    This is my favourite one of yours I've read so far. Absolutely brilliant.

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