Names

Different names we own
So many names for so many faces
Are given when we see the dawn

We never choose the names
Names with us are born
Names names and names
Cover the ash and the bone

So what is a name?
It is sometimes a game
And sometimes it is a fame
I do have a name

My name i write on trees on lawn
On sand like a fawn
I write it to signature my poems
And one day will be on my Gravestone

So what is a name?
It is sometimes a game
And sometimes it is a fame
I do have a name

Looking around all i see
Are names with clone
Beneath the faces
Beneath the smile and the moan
The names we own …

Written in 17/3/2011 Ghada Rustom

Change

Drawn
Into something strange
Not like water
Not like air
Not like a champagne
Oh Strange

Dawn
In me with a wide range
Not an art
Not a start
But it is a change
Oh strange

And i am falling and sinking
Deeper and so deep
Without wings to fly
Without air to keep
And i am not a sleep

Alone
Like a buried shroud
Not like earth
Not like mud
Not like a cloud
Unknown feeling loud
Not a bang
Not a fuss
Not a mess of crowd
Oh strange
It is a change..

Written by Ghada Rustom
31/05/2010
Syria/ Damascus/ Zabadani city