I opened my eyes,
The chandelier swayed to and fro,
As I held my gaze and watched,
Above my head in bed,
Like a baby rocked,
To a sleep unending,
Wondering whether the swaying,
Would continue,
Or end all, Powerfully,
Then I would greet,
My eternal sleep,
I prayed for a quick,
Painless Journey,
Consisting all of my family,
Rather than wait amongst the rubble,
For an unexisting saviour.
The rocking stopped,
The chandelier slowed it's pace,
And I waited,
The movements stopped,
I closed my eyes,
Returning to sweet sleep,
Disturbed by the rocking.
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Reviews of "The Chandelier"
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on May 18, 2004
wonderfully crafted. captured the moment well.
Reviewed by Meva Onyurt (Reader)
Reviewed on May 18, 2004
I knew what it feels like Esra cause I was awake at that moment of waiting... Thanks for sharing the thoughts and words that has awakened you from your slumber...
Greetings from Meva (by the way I would be glad if you visit my poems some day;)
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“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Greetings from Meva (by the way I would be glad if you visit my poems some day;)
XxXx