No one told me she was beautiful.
No one spoke of her sky blues
her cedar greens
her spiky purple thistle that shouted,
“Look at me!”
No one told me.
No one told me she was mesmerizing.
No one spoke of her rocky rows
raked under gray-green boughs
meditative patterns in the soil
earthy flavor for olive oil.
No one told me.
No one told me she was stunning.
No one spoke of her fertile plains
wadis green with grape orchards
fields of flowers as far as the eye could see
a horizon of hypnotic sun devotees.
No one told me.
No one told me she was expecting.
No one spoke of her figs full
pomegranates heavy
lemons, limes & oranges
a juicy sweetness yet to come.
No one told me.
No one told me.
No one told me this too was Palestine.
Palestine is beautiful. Palestinians are beautiful.
This poem is beautiful.
Beautiful words. I have seen old pictures of the Palestinian territories, and they were breathtakingly beautiful. Especially because one can see a flourishing people, well dressed, and progressing beautifully. I also saw gardens and trees, that one may never find now. Those transgressors who destroyed the lives of these poor people, bulldozed their homes, ethnically cleansed these territories, and make those who cling to what remains of their life there, suffer, and feel their military might on almost a daily basis, are without principles and basic human decency. The viciousness and evil intent they display to these occupied people, will not be condoned by any religion.
I just found this youtube video showing a thriving community, Palestine before
1948.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGBoGKPZlQE
Congratulations, Desiree! This is a beautiful poem.
Doug