April 4, 2017

Three Poems by Anwer Ghani:" "Rainy Tears," "Rainy Moments," and "Rainy Wishes"

Anwer Ghani is an Iraqi poet and writer. He was born in 1973 in Alhilla city. His writing has appeared in Adelaide, Peacock, Otoliths, Algebra of Owls, and others literary journals. He is also featured in the Inner Child Press anthology "The Year Of The Poet" by William Peters. Anwer Ghani is the founder of "Expressive Narrative’s Group" and the chief editor of "Arcs" an expressive narrative’s magazine. He had, in Arabic, forty books in poetry, literature, and religious sciences. His books are available at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Anwer-Ghani/e/B06XK5BJBR.  Here is his website; Anwer Ghan Writing .

Rainy Tears

The rain is the yearning’s tear. I remembered when the sky had ascended towards the throne; she remained looking at her sister, the earth with deep passion. And silently she was sending the greetings with the wind’s wings, but when the yearning fired her heart, her eyes tore with rain. Yes, the rain drops are the grieving tears of the sky and her lucent soul when she hugs the earth. I feel her pulse when she straggles in her longing and without delay she kisses the earth’s forehead with the cheerful tear.

Rainy Moments

I like the rain because he is the portrayal of the love. His color was wet, but warm and his hand was shivery but kind. He comes at the evening as an old tale which hugs the small leaves with big passion. When we get lost in our rainy moments, we find a breeze embracing our bare souls. I can’t imagine how it will be miserable, if I can’t see the dancing of the rain.

(Published in Spirit Fire Review)

Rainy Wishes

The face of the earth was grim because there is no childish jumping of the rain drops on her lap. Yes, the rain is a pleasant bending which had planted the farmers, my grandfathers, with our ambergris. My ancestries have taught their souls the abysmal waiting, and kneaded their mud with its tales, so you may see them sitting in the midst of their narrow gardens with dry wishes.They look at the sky and whispering with utmost yearning. Yes, you are right; I am the heritor of the silence and the rainy wishes.

© Anwer Ghani

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