A SWEET BLEND of POETRY, QUOTES and PHOTOGRAPHY
"TO WHOM THE STRAND BELONGS?"
Just a strand of hair struggling for some air when walls got a crumble the head caught in the rubble
Just a strand to tell the story of that fall She remained inside may it be a bride May she be a mother startled by the thunder taken by the quake her child she would awake May she be a daughter tending to a sick mother giving some pills the cup of hope, she fills May she be a tutor with knowledge, life is better looking for a pen write again and again The quake shattered her dreams blanked some thriving-beams Just the strand to witness All that fear and mess Just the strand to say that once upon a day lived a beautiful she cherishing life like you and me. © Sihem Cherif
A lesson not learned wash those letters into tears They may wriggle better I failed to learn the lesson of the sour fruit and the cup of tea Dry and bitter all the hurt of the lies all the void the promises all the wrinkles of the wistful days I could not thumb your book Nor could I question for when I remember I start to shiver and stutter Shall I blame the thirst in my river? Shall blame death when it took my brother Shall I blame a smooth heart that trusts and never sees in the sweetness of vows lies the flare of treachery.
©Sihem Cherif
"Greet dawn with a smile you never know how far is the ray of hope."
© Sihem Cherif
"Another Icy Night"
Tonight I expected you tonight. You would wrap your hopes in the sky And come smiling like a toddler singing to his feet. Tonight I miss you all the more. Expecting your precious knock on my already open door. Tonight started the fight. In my wrecked bosom they waged war in your little mind You did not come tonight They made you hate and disdain the track that would pluck all the pain Tonight I miss you and so does the moon The stars did join my prayers Then you would hastily come too soon.
© Sihem Cherif
"Tell Dusk that some stars are reluctant to sparkle when the clouds are pregnant."
© Sihem Cherif
"Oozing clouds made glorious skies, a lame sailor does not know safe bays." © Sihem Cherif
A Nice Tweet "Mom, I Do Not Need a Train Ticket"
The road ahead shall sparkle and glisten this morning to my paths I want to listen The sky above glares, the sun teaches the lesson The birds flickering near me The lanes with bare arms Greeting the big shabby tree How could I spare such a glee And rush to board the train? Eager to tango with my shoe heels who knows what it feels when from that hill he may lurk Getting my candle from the dark singing to my heart like a young lark we then shall share the road dreaming of that tiny abode. The journey to school is sweeter on foot Puppy love is a nice tweet we accept the rain and the heat with every stride, we taste the gleam of a cherished company when I do look at his eyes they silently talk to me. © Sihem Cherif
In the slideshow, we have included some of Sihem Cherif's photography: One with a quote, another of clouds and sunset and the last one: "The Whispering Reefs", Sihem describes so beautifully: "When the reefs whisper more than a story to remember."
Sihem is from Tunis, Tunisia.
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