ADNAN
AL-RIKANI
Take The Air ..
The soul bereaves the
brightness of the escape strips to a broken bottom, the eternity in it is the
disturbing dreams of a waitress from Gemini, whose fruits are harvested with
the heat of sunlight after the meridian, watering cups of passersby nostalgia, the
blacks dancing and the blade of her chest arrows sharpened to the slipping of
the poem of an emotional poem, I seized from the lines of my coffee cup lines
Dull day presto ..
As for the flood of
eyesight, she prostrates in the eyes of her eye, seeking excuses for absence
that lasted for hours and lost from glory for years, what hardened her by
setting up every shiver including nodding to the pulse of the vein, you get out
because you are among the dead and do not carry your coffin on the shoulders of
migratory birds, storming the beds of the air to cover the nakedness of hunger,
She washes the winds of havoc between the two eyeballs and the silver universe
nebula, soaking her misery in a deadly isthmus.
Singing Violet ..
The scent
of me smells of me without a cup
And those
who are addicted to their lover's wine,
It has a
red wine septum
If age
increases,
What is
around it and the pots have changed ...
The
Mamluk papers were crushed
Dormant
in the dish of Eclipse
Glory of
Suhail ..
And so
the secrets were revealed.
The
material was brewed by its kind
And he
recovered his old age
With
atrophies enchanted
Including
veils .....
And the
candles of the spirit shined
She sang
for her violet, and the house is scented.
The cause
of oppression asks me
At a loss
when? I recover
The
features of my femininity and my miracle
And the
cooing of the soul loses victory.
Most of
the mirrors are deceptions
Except
for your sincere promises
The
gambling is beautiful for you.
In the
cities of longing
My breath
was confused ..
What kind
of fragrance is inhaled
And any
lion between your eyes is a choice.
Manulia ...
The more
I make my mornings
Breezes
of your barbaric love
He
invaded the blue sky
The
shoulder of the moon was tattooed with henna
Manulia
flower ..
Which
electrodes erase my traces
Even
nebula dust
He
complains of drowning longing ..
Flocks of
those empty looks
It
jostled over the infiltration bridges
Do not
resist slipping behind barricades
Forgetting
..
The omens
turned ... for refraction
Reed
holes maketh forting
And the
strings of the heart scream ..
O embryo
separated from my green
For those
who are lethargic for years of age
Beyond
the baldness of absence ..
And to
shed light in the light.
In the
ecstatic whisper camps
Barren vocabulary
..
She
prayed without ablution
And
passed the solitude of the mystic
As a
field scare paralyzed
The
grains of wheat were stolen from them.
What is
the sin of tahini and flour?
If the
directions are wind
East of
fancy ... luck curved
Do not cherish
the dignity of reverence
It became
a laughing stock for children
Your
departure sews a fabric like a technic
Though I
drank immortality
Of the
sun's burning paradises
And
washed from your perfume
Stand on
the thresholds of your gardens
And it
opened its eight doors ..
ADNAN
RASHID AL-RIKANI: Diploma in international law and
diplomatic relations. Born in 1971 in Nineveh city. He lives in Iraqi Kurdistan
in Dohuk. He is a writer and journalist, and has won many literary awards and appreciation
certificates from various countries of the Arab world.
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