October Rain

Nightly wind puffs
From the mountains swirled
Carrying sickly leaves
Far to the sea
A moist breeze stirred the chalky branches
Under the dolorous stare of a meeker sun
Old Summer wheezed its last breath
Mercy-killed by an October cloudburst
At long last
Rain washed the dusty roads
Cleansed taint souls
Brought the life back to me
A forlorn survivor
Of dog days melting in potholes
Burdens of happiness gone
Less dispirited but longing still
For a downpour to sweep me away
To carry me to a place
I only knew in dreams
to make me whole, to paint me green

By my window a world goes by
Young mothers with babies stroll
Their potbellied men buying groceries
Teenagers smoking addiction
Lean on cars
Lovers running out of space
Watched by solemn eyes
People stuck in stranded schooners
Tilting to starboard, capsizing
Drunk drivers, intoxicated by chimeras
Of heaven and hell
Growing beards, wearing robes
Beautiful women covering up
mentally raped to submission
Generations turning bitter
Shaming us with heavy guilt
A smile gone from the face of a child
Raised to obey not to question
To live in the shadow of fear
Suffocating his original urges
Bringing them to their knees
Giving up, letting go
Too early of his dream

It is October
My month to draw Arak and
Store the wine in barrels
I walk by the sea in a cool zephyr blown
Through the lips of enchanting mermaids
Their faces, their long hair and pink nipples
Disappearing then appearing
Through the oily surface of my sea
By the outcrop of rocks at the end
of the desert road I sit
my heart leaping away catching
A loose rope trailing a steaming ship
Mind soaring with seagulls high above
I fear for them what they trust
For they cannot see what I see
Beyond this place I have grown
Further than the end of time
Way above what they are
What they will ever be
I am flying I am free


Anonymous said…
Thank you Abu Fares,and Kasak!

Anonymous said…

Katia said…
Beautiful poem, dear Abufares.

I happen to love summer and the transparent happiness it seems to infuse in people over here, although I can never enjoy it fully due to severe sensitiveness to its beams. Ironic, isn't it? Somehow I think that is exactly what fuels my attraction and yearly longing for it. That and an idealistic association with infatuation.

This year, however, I too longed for autumn to come and wash this summer's plumbeous pressure away. And today, it finally did. The sky opened up as if wanting to inversely swallow the dust, the concrete and the anxiety of the past months away. I walked slowly under its thunder and in its trail not even acknowledging the many shelters or the herds seeking them. When I arrived home I was not only soaking wet but pouring down myself. Nothing has made me feel that liberated in a very long time. I started peeling off the thin layers of fabric sticking to my moist body thinking "finally... I definitely need more of this!".
Gabriela said…
Once again, I have to take off my hat and make a bow before you, showing my respect for your talent. What a delicious prose! You control the words so magnificently that there is nothing left to be said.

I felt so sorry for that child, without a smile on their face, expected only to obey. The world would be a much better place with more people like you, and less like this child parents.
Abu Fares,
Beautiful; beautiful and distressing. What you observe outside your window and so eloquently describe in the middle stanza, does not bode well for the future.
Gabriela said…
I forgot to say: I love foggy days in Lima. That usually grayish color of our skies makes me feel home.
I don't know why, I simply love that shade of gray, no matter how gloomy it makes you feel. Then again, maybe that's why.
Karin said…
I'm speechless Abufares ... that poem is nothing short of brilliant! A touch of melancholy, of longing for something ... the colors, moods, each minute detail in each line - simply OUTSTANDING!!

GREAT dear friend!!!
Abufares said…
Kasak Ab
now and always
Abufares said…
You should find a girlfriend to share with you the beautiful places you go to when you hunt and fish.
Abufares said…
If it were not for the happy faces of children out of school I would've completely hated summer.
I love walking in the rain. My least favorite activity, shopping, suddenly becomes an uncontrollable urge.
The empty streets, the water running into the gutters and the pounding of rain on tin surfaces change me into me again.
Abufares said…
Thank you Gabriela for your sweet words.
I feel as sorry for the child as I feel for his parents. They are all prisoners of their own minds. How pathetic to surrender our ability to ask and come up with our own answers.
Abufares said…
@Abu Kareem
The view from my window is getting gloomier. Even if in a very small way, your voice, mine and that of many others who share with us (only) the lust for freedom are very important.
We should not be complacent in saying out loud and/or writing about what we believe in.
Remember that we only have reason on our side and in this time and place of acoustical and intellectual pollution remaining silent is suicide.
Abufares said…
Oh thank you my dear friend.
I am melancholic and I am longing for My Everything.
But October fills me with hope too and this what makes IT outstanding:-)

شبكة بيور الثقافية
BIL said…
A wonderful take on autumn with the splendors of beauty bound with colors that only this time of year create. It too is my favorite time of the year, save for what is surely to come... Winter settling in, with the bitter cold and snow up to the arm pits. That is something I can do without. But you know, weather often times resembles a friendship with a loved one. You have the bright sunny days of summer where one can see miles ahead, and then (just as in the autumn the clouds come rumbling in) they can hide things we do not see but we know that are lingering up there. Then, without warning, suddenly the sky opens and a lot of ruckus is made (just as with two people). Then the rain comes down to cleanse away all that which seems impure and afterwards, a calm settles in you breathing the freshly washed air whereby one can enjoy all the splendor that is made possible. Just think…that this period somehow co-insides with the wonderful event and celebration just having past a few weeks ago. Funny is it not? As for that window getting gloomier, all I can say is the cleansing we do collectively can brighten that up too. But as you well know, the causes of pollution just keep coming and build to the point where this process reruns itself – kind of neat isn’t it? A most beautifully written script – look forward to many more:-)) BIL
Anonymous said…
Very moving and somehow nostalgic...

Over here there are no season changes, it is summer all year long. You would probably hate it : ) Though, it does get a little bit cooler during what is supposed to be winter time. Enough for us to think it IS cold and wear long sleeves!


w.b. yeats
Abufares said…
Thank you for the literary comment.
I really love autumn. I always did. When I was a kid I thought it's such a shame that schools reopened in this time of the year. Back then, I loved summer of course but it was that first rain of the season that stirred my mind and made me look high above me. I was and still am fascinated by clouds. Whenever I'm flying above a continuous and seemingly endless expanse of fluffy clouds I daydream of walking, of actually living my entire life up there. Can you imagine that? On my way to a business meeting, I look out of the small airplane window and actually lose myself to the fantasy.
I guess I should soon write about my love for flying.
Thanks BIL, always glad to see you here.
Abufares said…
@w.b. yeats
You've always been a beach bum, lolll.
What I like most about summer is that it brings me closer to the sea.
3 years ago, I had on doctor's orders to swim. Tartous has no indoor swimming pools and in the wintertime the temperatures drop as low as 5C at night (very rarely below that). Yet, when it's windy and humid, the cold goes through the bones.
I bought a wetsuit and swam the winter away. I almost froze my b... every time but I so enjoyed it and at the end I was relieved from most of the back pain which inflicted me.
I really should do it again, but there are so many things I should be doing I really don't know where to find enough time.
Gracias for dropping by :-)
Fantasia Lillith said…
Oh, beautiful - beautiful. More can't be said.

I am very much influenced by the weather. For a week now the rain, cold and heavy has swept my city and I can't loose the headache that has taken up permanent residence in my skull. But yesterday we had a reprieve. A bright shining sun fuelled late afternoon. And the jewel tones of the fall splendour was something to behold. I forgave a moment the terrible rain and basked in the glory of the changing leaves.

Fall - for those of us that are Pagan, has a great deal of meaning. In fact Halloween is our new year.

If you are interested: http://www.religioustolerance.org/hallo_np.htm

"...In ancient times, Samhain formed the dividing day between years. It was a time that was neither in this year or the next. Bonfires were lit - often on the tops of hills. Samhain was Seen as the beginning of the cold season.
The Celts celebrated rituals at this time to make contact with their ancestors who had died before them. This contact was not at all made in an atmosphere of dread, fearing some retribution from the dead. Rather it was done in a spirit of expectation, in the hopes of obtaining guidance from those in the next world. "

A time when the veil between this world and the next is at its thinnest. Celts believed that upon death, everyone went to a beautiful place free of hunger, pain and disease. It was called "Tir nan Og", sometimes translated as "Summerland". They had no concept of Heaven and Hell like that seen in Christianity and Islam. Many believed that two separate and nearly identical worlds existed. When a person died, they were transferred to the "ghost world"; when they were born, they were transferred from the ghost world to the mortal one. The pagan idea used to be that crucial joints between the seasons opened cracks in the fabric of space-time, allowing contact between the ghost world and the mortal one..."
Abufares said…
Your comment is almost as pretty as you ;-)
The information you provided is so interesting. I knew quite a bit about it but not in such details. You know what I like most?
The fact that there are different explanations to the eternal question of BEING proves one thing only. No one is absolutely right. No one is wrong either. Human religions were so affected by the environment they flourished in. They were the RESULT not the CAUSE of their given cultures/civilizations.
The more I read about religion from an objective point of view (that is after detaching myself from all the inbred and acquired biases) the more I'm amazed by the capacity of the human mind... and its fallibility.
Thank you Fantasia. Don't think that I'm not reading your blog because I'm not commenting often. When I go there I enjoy being the voyeur so much. But I promise I won't stay quiet for long.
Isobel said…
Complex, thoughtful, insightful, and beautiful. Absolutely Abufares. :)
Abufares said…

Inestimable, reflective, savvy and gorgeous. Only Isobel.:)
Joseph said…
looks like a busy month, October! your conscious and soul... but, such is life!
... Now that you’re in flying free mode Abufares, have a listen to Aya (1984) Live
...and in its original form, hoping that it might elevate you to a higher light...Goose pimples, explode on the surface of my sun thirsty skin every time I listen to it!

I had to delete my 1st comment due to both above links failed to link to the correct page. Sorry.
Abufares said…
That was a great piece of music. I truly loved it. Fantastic!
Dhafer Youssef came to Damascus last year where he performed live. Unfortunately, I missed him.
Joseph said…
Glad you've enjoyed it Abufares. Shame about the YouTube file quality though.

Have a nice evening.
Fantasia Lillith said…
Oh well ... glad to know you've visited! hope you voted for the Challenge!

Just if I may one clarification?

Paganism ... is not a religion. It's got not doctrine, no organisation, no rules, no head hoopah to tell us what to think, no book with words to be interpreted a million different ways. No Church or "Covent" etc.

It's an earth bound spirituality. Totally unique to every single pagan. No two are alike. we have only one creed (rule) 'Do what you will but harm none". that's it. Everything else is individual.

So - it is most definitely not a religion. In fact - my distaste of religion is what led me to find Paganism. Giving me the total freedom I craved to express my spirituality in complete freedom.

There is no concept of good or evil for example. A basic in religions. For us the worl is about balance.

Takes a certain maturity of spirit to not "follow" a heard but to create your own path and find your own clarity and vision free of "dictatorship".

But that's just my vision.
Abufares said…
Thank you for the clarification which makes Paganism even more interesting.
The fact that it is totally personal is what makes it appealing as a spiritual form of expression.
The concept of Good and Evil in any religion is its Achilles heel. This is where theology falters and becomes self-contradictory between determinism and free choice. In my mind, the dichotomy of Good and Evil can only be addressed and handled through our evolved and elevated conscience.
What was good in the past might not necessarily be good today. Exorcism and later electrical shock thereby as forms of treatment were embraced and considered Good.
On the other hand, love was Evil for centuries and chastity belts were a Good way to fight this sin.
Human conscience has adjusted and continuously shifted its own perception of tolerance.
In a religion-free world (IMAGINE), good and bad (not evil anymore) will perpetually change as our level of acceptance increases and our tendency to pass judgment on others decreases.
That would be a world worth living in.
Even good and bad is difficult. I don't believe that to be entirely true either. Good for whom? based on who's criteria. Certainly rape is bad - don't get me wrong. But a woman being lapidated - from my perspective is bad - but for the "man" might be good to defend his family honour. Who is right?

All I am saying is .... good, bad, heaven, hell ... it's all a matter of perception.

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