The Unknown Oonána
What is it that drives you
into the arms of sorrow?
Why are you always sighing?
Cry to me to save you
and I’ll come tomorrow
if you keep on crying.
You lust for the Stranger
in the hope that nirvana
will be found in her lonely
arms. It’s me you long for!—
the Unknown Oonána—
the One! the Only!
beautiful poem
Stunning offering. I have seen much art, highly eroticized, of women, usually Japanese, involved with octopi and squid. This lush image, more Western, carries that same element of bliss, as the poem promises.
http://lacmaonfire.blogspot.com/2010/07/bert-coopers-freaky-octopus-picture.html
Noor,
Many thanks for your kind words. Hope you had a Happy Christmas. BTW, I cc’d you a Christmas card (along with a few other select people), but my email was blocked by your server! Sorry about this.
Just to let you know that many servers, including hotmail, have now put me on a proscribed list so that I can no longer send out links to new articles. In future, the only way I will be able to contact you (without being blocked) is through your Comments column. Hope you don’t mind…?
Sincere best wishes,
Lasha
Lasha,
Sorry to hear your Lists are being blocked. It’s because of your anti-Zionist writings. You can expect this sort of persecution from the powers-that-be. They are trying to make it hot for you and restrict your readership. They’d like to muzzle you and shut you down permanently.
Here is Les Visible prabhu’s latest poem.
Forgive me if I offend or intrude upon Lasha’s domain in a rude manner..
Perhaps Lasha, if so inclined, might find an more appropriate place.
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His Rachel Corrie Moment (In Memory of Asma al-Mughayr). (by Les Visible)
the cross-hairs fix
across the rooftops
wind from the south-
….five knots
and leading
across the space where birds
have flown
but now
in the cold Ashka-Nazi eye
the young girls form
moves in laughing dance
arms gathering the laundry
she dreams
and surely she must hope
of a world and a life beyond today
as finger tightens
upon trigger…
when it came
the explosion was
of such a force that…
he came too
like Romeo’s ghost upon
the imagination’s palanquin of night
the bearers of the darkness
they toiled
underneath the thrust
of bullet and finger touching
the silenced heart
and
blood like a fountain
sprayed upon the sheets…
….some secret code
that she read as
she fell dying to the roof
this…
his Rachel Corrie moment come
round at last.
Many thanks for sharing this moving poem with us, Homer. Poor Asma. A child shot through the head by an Israeli sniper. And then her 16-year-old brother. It bring tears to my eyes—tears of rage—when I think of what those demonic Israelis have managed to get away with. I hope and pray their karma catches up with them soon.
Incidentally, this website is not “Lasha’s domain”. That is a misconception. Darkmoon.me is owned entirely by John Scott Montecristo. Lasha has no control on what gets published here.
“his Rachel Corrie moment come
round at last” …
i think visible was paying homage to “what rough yeats” here, giving the similarity of terrain.
may the hour of justice come closer to all in 2012.
lobro: Amen to that. Happy New Year to all. Hope 2012 is the year PALESTINE will be FREE and INDEPENDENT. Rachel Corrie has paid a down payment with her life, as many others over the years toward this noble cause.
EYE…THANK YOU 4 YOUR WISDOM AND NEED 2 SHARE WITH OTHERS… NAMASTE