RAIN and TEARS

RAIN and TEARS

around a drawing of Saha Khosravi from Iran

In a dream I saw a young artist

from Iran with a twisted body

against a tree in a traumatic forest.

Both were crying tears of resin brown

without any obvious reason, so I thought.

Was the tree using the body of the girl as go-between

or was the Persian femail in a process of profound fusion with the tree?,

those were my speculative metaphysical questions of which I felt quite proud.

IDIOT, you are an idiot, flowers not that gently whispered,

or are you a mollah ruling in Teheran perhaps?

You are not able to see that dead bird at your own feet

who fell to nothingness from its now empty nest in the tree.

Both are mourning in common empathy

while you choose to imitate one of god’s many profiles,

oh you pathetic little snob!

I looked to the sky hoping on some rain

but none came to my rescue.

Guido Vermeulen

July 2012