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Zainab Hisham Poem
From the sublime blue
He, having done his work
Tired and sweating
Sank into the west sea
To have a lave
At the gong of six.
It began to darken
Without the presence of him.
And people and animals
Hurried to their homes.
With darkness filled
And mist hung
It was stilly
With no motion.
Then after a movement in the clouds
It began to lighten
As there came the keeper;
Keeper of night.
She was round then,
And she shone bright
Which made the owls
Hoot with delight.
And I, from my window-sill
Kept still in wonder.
Copyright © Zainab Hisham | Year Posted 2020
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Zainab Hisham Poem
If tomorrow does not occur
The world would be quite a mess.
Some would dart and some would linger
If tomorrow does not occur.
With people rushing hither and thither
One and all would lose their heads.
If tomorrow does not occur
The world would be quite a mess.
Copyright © Zainab Hisham | Year Posted 2020
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Zainab Hisham Poem
Observing their flight,
In wonder, relishing every moment
Spellbound by their fluttering and,
Excited by their cheerful chirping.
A love for their grace never will cease,
Unwinding after a long day,
Passion for the feathered friends makes me
Hopeful to catch a glimpse now and then.
Immense joy I find,
Learning more about them,
Each and every day.
Copyright © Zainab Hisham | Year Posted 2024
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Zainab Hisham Poem
Once, a fellow was swinging on a swing
Which was elfin when comparing
Then the swing splintered
He fell and and fractured his head
And shrilled along with a loud ping
Copyright © Zainab Hisham | Year Posted 2020
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Zainab Hisham Poem
The welkin who had been clear
Suddenly burst into tears
And a crashing was heard
Then a light, as someone searched
For something we can't figure from here
Copyright © Zainab Hisham | Year Posted 2020
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Zainab Hisham Poem
I was going along the road
When I chanced to look up at the sky,
And see him soar by.
He could have been mistaken for a glider
Had not he been up close to me.
But no, he was a beauty to behold,
Against the golden sky
A jewel rarely seen.
His velvet wings
Powerfully spread,
He rode the wind,
Reigning the vast skies.
So many times
We have come across
But never this close
Never this way.
Though brief, this encounter
Will last forever
Etched in my heart
As a token never to be forgotten.
As he glided above
The gentle breeze took a wild turn,
As if to resist him.
But he did not cower
Nor did he struggle—
Instead remained resolute
His piercing eyes focused
And forged ahead
With his goal in his heart.
Leaving me there, standing stunned—
Wondering if he could
Get any more majestic
Than he already was.
Until not a speck of him could be seen,
I stared into the space where he had vanished.
Copyright © Zainab Hisham | Year Posted 2024
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