Wednesday, April 1, 2020



They Don’t Realize
They don’t realize all the words I wrote last night,
The letters that I poured into the poem,
The exclamation marks…, the question marks,
And the butterflies flying over my papers
Till the point, I finish writing the poem.
Don’t they realize how shy I was…?
When my pen fell from between my fingers.

For No Reason… Just Like That

I fear death just like you do;
I’m afraid of God and the straight path.
I even sleep as early as the dead.
I hide my shadow under the pillow and unleash the lies
So that I can sleep bare naked...
But I was always thinking of something stupid,
Just like that, unintentionally and for no reason.
I was thinking of becoming a butterfly.
Yes… A butterfly, all at once; I fly unremittingly
And then surely die
As I hug a pregnant rose that bloomed its feathers in a burning poem…

I Saw "Zorba"

I saw "Zorba" yesterday night.
He was standing at the train station, waiting for something
And, worryingly, holding a newspaper in his hand
As if reading the latest news.
What did the new invaders do?
How did they build a cage for all the birds?
They are the living that digs up the dead’s tombs
And turns cities upside down.
He knows that they are not
In need for a brush to make this world an uglier place.
He was worried as he smelled the scent of death emanating from everywhere...
It was the newspaper’s smell
All over the train station...


FETHI SASSI: He is a Tunisian poet. Born in 1.6.1962, Nabul, Tunisia. He is a writer of prose poetry, short poems and haiku. He is a translator of all his poems to English and for others great poets. Poetry Books: A Seed of Love (2010). I dream …. And I sign on birds the last words (2013). A sky for a strange bird (2016, Egypt). As lonely rose … one chair (March 2017, Egypt). I used to hang my face behind the door (April 2018). A new way for absence (April2019). Member of:-Tunisian Writers’ Union-Literature Club of Sousse

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