“Softly, Imperceptibly” by Narges Nematpour
It slips between her delicate fingers,
Rushes to kiss the bare ground
The dream which she had been preparing to live.
Once it failed to see the light of day,
Her envisioned fantasy evaporated into nothingness.
As if into the midst of Poseidon’s kingdom,
Her head was pushed
And held down to inhale all the sorrow.
More agonizingly, even,
She was expected to exhale them all
Softly, imperceptibly.
In the barren field of injured hopes,
Beside her fallen half-alive dream whose sparkle hardly flickers,
Lays the teardrops, coming straight
From this woman’s tender heart.
The heart’s production, soon,
Veils the ground and covers the ashamed failed dream
With a liquid-y blueish color.
It finds peace in not being fully exposed to
The longing watery eyes of its desperate owner.
She is too worn out to be the rising phoenix,
Too disenchanted to try again.
All she was, all she knew
Was brought on a platter,
And it didn’t suffice.
The Huma bird has flown away,
With no backward glances.
Farewell then,
The sweet sweet hopes.
Kindly leave her wandering heart to
Mourn the offspring of her
Jeopardizing yearning disease
Softly, imperceptibly.
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Narges Nematpour Artist Statement:
Narges Nematpour graduated summa cum laude in English Literature from Iran. At some point, she retreated into the literary world. To this day, no one can predict which forgotten book she will crawl out of, though rumors persist that her writings and literary insights sporadically surface and are published here and there. During her studies, Narges founded the scholarly-literary journal of Ellipsis and served as its managing director and editor-in-chief. Her last known whereabouts place her as the editor of English Break literary journal.
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