Street Poems
The Sky Never Answers
by Ayatullah Nurjati
On the silent night roof, I asked a question to the sky that stretched like an old wound that never healed.
"Why is this world so quiet even though it is full of screams?"
"Why is justice only a shadow, while injustice sits on a magnificent throne?"
The sky was silent.
The stars twinkled as if avoiding me.
The clouds passed without any intention of explaining.
The wind just passed by, like a friend who didn't know what to say.
I kept asking—until my heart became an echo that bounced into my own chest.
......
Street Scene
by Margaret Hitch
Some things manage to touch me,
pluck my heart strings and then are off -
The smell in the breeze today
came drifting in from childhood
Yes! I’ve felt it before,
that chemical mixture -
one in a million but there it is.
There I am, back on the streets
of a small town in Alaska.
There you are, on the streets of a big city in fall.
......
Winter Jasmine
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Amid the recent snowfall, is a sunny, yellow cascade;
For, jasmine blooms are now plunging, in cold shade.
Stark trees are forever shivering, though much alive;
Dreaming of the purple birds, and lonesome beehives.
Jasmine is blooming, on every fence and green trellis,
Like rainbow that lingers; when it has much to tell us!
The street of pink-blue skies, now brings ready smiles;
To see myriad florets, on one of nature's snowy aisles.
The Sky Never Answers
by Ayatullah Nurjati
On the silent night roof, I asked a question to the sky that stretched like an old wound that never healed.
"Why is this world so quiet even though it is full of screams?"
"Why is justice only a shadow, while injustice sits on a magnificent throne?"
The sky was silent.
The stars twinkled as if avoiding me.
The clouds passed without any intention of explaining.
The wind just passed by, like a friend who didn't know what to say.
I kept asking—until my heart became an echo that bounced into my own chest.
......
Winter Jasmine
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Amid the recent snowfall, is a sunny, yellow cascade;
For, jasmine blooms are now plunging, in cold shade.
Stark trees are forever shivering, though much alive;
Dreaming of the purple birds, and lonesome beehives.
Jasmine is blooming, on every fence and green trellis,
Like rainbow that lingers; when it has much to tell us!
The street of pink-blue skies, now brings ready smiles;
To see myriad florets, on one of nature's snowy aisles.
Street Scene
by Margaret Hitch
Some things manage to touch me,
pluck my heart strings and then are off -
The smell in the breeze today
came drifting in from childhood
Yes! I’ve felt it before,
that chemical mixture -
one in a million but there it is.
There I am, back on the streets
of a small town in Alaska.
There you are, on the streets of a big city in fall.
......
