MEJRI CHEDLIA

MEJRI CHEDLIA

METAMORPHOSIS

If I had the chance for a second life

If I had the possibility to metamorphose

I would undoubtedly be a rose

My body, its stem swaying gracefully

Responding to lovers' whispers discreetly

My eyelashes, its soft petals winking blushingly

My face, it’s whole blooming cheerfully

My breath, its fragrance spraying itself copiously

And the pearl-like raindrops would be my shower & jewellery

Like a rose, I would be ranked high

I would crown, embellish and beautify

Whatever comes across my way

I would incarnate all the devices of poetry

So as to let poets bathe in my ink for eternity

If I had to metamorphose, I would be a rose

A fair rose sharing its scent dose after dose!

ON THE WALL OF NOSTALGIA

On the wall of nostalgia

I drew my footprints

Retreating back

I drew a magic eye

To magnify the scene

Without being seen !

I drew a nicely-shaped heart

Filled with hundreds of stories

One entitled " the school gate "

Ornamented with numbers and letters

Many A's and B's

I drew a hive and lots of bees!

I saw them vividly dancing

Their eights and threes

With an affectionate sign I told them

It's time to stop , I have to cease !

I engraved numbers to compose

The password

Of knowledge and hold

The golden key

On the wall of nostalgia

I doodled a teacher's biography in graffiti

I GREW UP

When your love crossed my path for the first time

I was caught by the sparkle in its eye

It sent me a sweet wink

My heart ,then ,was about to sink

But I turned a blind eye

AND I GREW UP

Chance came back

And knocked on my door once more

But courage was so far

I didn't bother much

I thought I was still young and so was love

But time passed and days tucked away

Leaving a trace on my face

AND I GREW UP

I believed in a promising morrow

When I meet maturity & all will be done appropriately

Yet it was another lost opportunity

AND I GREW UP

Now that I am over the hill

I recall the trail of memories

I cherished the so many offers I cowardly declined

And started writing my own stories

The first entitled AND I GREW UP!

MEJRI CHEDLIA