Take it all..
Take it all..
A prosepoem by:
Hikmet Elhadj
Take what you want from me
In this evening of agony
whatever you want..
Take clothesline and below
Take the bar of soap,
boiled water and the cups
and a pint of drink
By the same
date of manufacture
color shades
vine and deltoid
Take the depths of the trap
Take the mirrors of the place
Reflections of those who have gone through it
and the laughter of lovers
Take notebooks and books
and hanging boards
And the colors of loss and fatigue
The lust for the pastel
and turpentine
take the grapes
take the fridge
and the fridge
Gujarat tea
and the taste of cardamom
and evening herbs
and shade plants
and a can of black pepper
And the Iraqi spice
and glasses
And dye the shoes
and the vase
And Civilizations Manual
supplier dictionary
And Sahih Al-Gohari
Take the night, it won't work
Take away everything that is useless
Take the house out of its house
Take it all with its inhabitants
From loved ones and companions
in small details
from the door
Until the ceremony of torment
to the curtain of anxiety
take the twilight
It is of no use
Like an eye in the fog
like a blind lover
like my song
Take my song
Its ryms and words
Its rhythms and the beating of its drums
Like a dance in the den of wolves
take up spaces
From the top of the windows towards the garden
to the container store
to the door
Take everything you want from me
And let the conversations of passersby be
From the days of youth
Take everything you want from me
In this evening of agony
and leave me
My coffee and book.
© hikmet
A prosepoem by:
Hikmet Elhadj
Take what you want from me
In this evening of agony
whatever you want..
Take clothesline and below
Take the bar of soap,
boiled water and the cups
and a pint of drink
By the same
date of manufacture
color shades
vine and deltoid
Take the depths of the trap
Take the mirrors of the place
Reflections of those who have gone through it
and the laughter of lovers
Take notebooks and books
and hanging boards
And the colors of loss and fatigue
The lust for the pastel
and turpentine
take the grapes
take the fridge
and the fridge
Gujarat tea
and the taste of cardamom
and evening herbs
and shade plants
and a can of black pepper
And the Iraqi spice
and glasses
And dye the shoes
and the vase
And Civilizations Manual
supplier dictionary
And Sahih Al-Gohari
Take the night, it won't work
Take away everything that is useless
Take the house out of its house
Take it all with its inhabitants
From loved ones and companions
in small details
from the door
Until the ceremony of torment
to the curtain of anxiety
take the twilight
It is of no use
Like an eye in the fog
like a blind lover
like my song
Take my song
Its ryms and words
Its rhythms and the beating of its drums
Like a dance in the den of wolves
take up spaces
From the top of the windows towards the garden
to the container store
to the door
Take everything you want from me
And let the conversations of passersby be
From the days of youth
Take everything you want from me
In this evening of agony
and leave me
My coffee and book.
© hikmet