A Husk

A Husk

A Poem by Radad Ibn Nasir
"

whats left of you is whats best for you

"

A Husk

What is sweetness?

Not a pleasure burdened.

Nor revenges left to burning.

But to taste ease among hardships..

With belief to be pleased with your hour..

Weaved into trips through the montage of time..

Does the heart cry nostalgia?

Or does it never forget?

If I was a leper

These memories wouldn’t stick.

Where does the outcast go?

Slinking in shame,
or lurking in woes?

Silence hugs as no one knows.

Sweetness is this:

Personal vision

Manifest incision

Of commitment in decision.

Soon enough…

No longer imprisoned.

© 2014 Radad Ibn Nasir


Author's Note

Radad Ibn Nasir
the willies

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

I think you meant "No revenges left for burning" or " No revenges left to burn - in" that little detail aside. The questioning behind the lines are full of yearning. The irony of the writing though is that you name it the Husk and yet there is no superficiality whatsoever or a seedling of intention to sow. It sounded more like a digging through experiences that felt short of what you wanted and hence judgement fell upon them. There is a little bitterness even as you go telling us what you found and thought about sweetness and the lack of reciprocity maybe...

I guess the sweatness will never become a weakness.

Thanks so much.



Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Radad Ibn Nasir

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your insight, i really appreciate the feedback and absolutely pleased in what .. read more



Reviews

I think you meant "No revenges left for burning" or " No revenges left to burn - in" that little detail aside. The questioning behind the lines are full of yearning. The irony of the writing though is that you name it the Husk and yet there is no superficiality whatsoever or a seedling of intention to sow. It sounded more like a digging through experiences that felt short of what you wanted and hence judgement fell upon them. There is a little bitterness even as you go telling us what you found and thought about sweetness and the lack of reciprocity maybe...

I guess the sweatness will never become a weakness.

Thanks so much.



Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Radad Ibn Nasir

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your insight, i really appreciate the feedback and absolutely pleased in what .. read more

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

180 Views
1 Review
Rating
Added on October 9, 2014
Last Updated on October 9, 2014

Author

Radad Ibn Nasir
Radad Ibn Nasir

Youngstown, OH



About
A voice without a canvas is just an echo heard throughout time. Sometimes children ask me to play, so I play. The elderly beckon with wisdom and I syphon. I think I was born an expression... I hav.. more..

Writing