A message to my poem
Is this fair?
You leave me with the pale whiteness of my paper
like an orphan stretching out his hand in the void
waiting for a moment of kindness,
Is this fair?
I open the door of my broken heart to celebrate the pride of your words
And you, in vain, give me an indifferent look
Pure silence, around me now
Where did you get your hardness?
I'm like the whisper of a silk glove.
I fall asleep on a velvet sheet waiting for you
I'm not a word hunter
to make traps for you.
No dice player
to collect the glow of your body from a lost throw.
I am a poet,
I am born from a wing of a word
and drowning deeply in the emptiness of the paper.
Nothing can be more cruel than your absence now.
Faleeha Hassan is a poet, teacher, editor, writer, and playwright born in Najaf, Iraq, in 1967, who now lives in the United States. Faleeha was the first woman to write poetry for children in Iraq.
She received her master's degree in Arabic literature, and has now published 26 books, her poems have been translated into English, Turkmen, Bosnian, Indian, French, Italian, German, Kurdish, Spain, Korean, Greek, Serbia, Albanian, Pakistani, Romanian, Malayalam, Chinese, ODIA, Nepali and Macedonian language. She is a 2018 Pulitzer Prize Nominee and a 2019 Pushcart Prize Nominee.
Member of International Writers and Artists Association.
Winner of the Women of Excellence Inspiration award from SJ magazine 2020
Winner of the Grand Jury Award (the Sahitto International Award for Literature 2021)
One of the Women of Excellence selection committees 2023
Winner of Women in the Arts award 2023
Member of Whos’ Who in America 2023
SAHITTO AWARD, JUDGING PANEL 2023
Cultural Ambassador - Iraq, USA
Email : d.fh88@yahoo.com
One thought on “Poetry from Faleeha Hassan”
Faleeha, I found your verse poignant and charming; you are an accomplished poet. Thank you and please keep writing.
Faleeha, I found your verse poignant and charming; you are an accomplished poet. Thank you and please keep writing.