A Blessing In Disguise
This is not some verse of weed or wine
discovering now that six resembles nine
What diction or numbers can cover the blows of time?
Those blows hitting and splitting
As hurdles harrowing and arrowing
And then taking your wall for their vine
Those blows sending and pending
Bitter shivers down your poor spine;
Grasp by the time of waking at dawn
there is still room for things divine
Yet never will the garden’s gates unlock for thick hearts
Face it yet with a smile!
Those blows of time
are rambunctiously rampant and windy
to render your sailing ship strong and fine.
Chokri Omri
(Tunisia, 2021)
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