You gave a painting, of a hut in the forest
and you told me, we would live there.
Your fingers held the brush with ease
and you painted beauty on canvas
Pine trees all around the thatched roof,
cradling the small windblown lot.
You gave me the earth
so I could build a home out of that hut
A home that would wrap its arms around you
when you walked in that door, tired from you daily chores
I knew that my love, my smiles, and my passion
would make mincemeat of your tiredness,
And holding me to your heart, you would say
“I knew you were made for me, so we can live
in this weathered hut, which is my Paradise!
Zakiah Sayeed
May 2017.
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About Zakiah
I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading.
That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5.
I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years.
Hope to see you on my blog.
I love both the painting and the poem, Zakiah! That cabin is priceless!
Thank you Janet. I am trying hard, obviously, to not let go of this elusive muse again!! Helter-skelter thoughts run around in these veins, and regardless of how they sound with weight and meter, I have to write them down.
Lovely
Thank you.
A beautiful painting Zakiah – I love it! and the poem
Oh Hi!! Thanks Lynn. Good to see you. Glad you stopped by, and liked the painting and the poem. Hope you are doing well.
Lynn, I just went to your site and read your journal, and the train ride into Florida. I LOVED the way you have described your feelings in that and in the others. I didn’t see a comment box, so I came back here to tell you about them. Please keep writing like that, and let me know. I just love beautiful simple words that touch me profoundly.
Love,
Zakiah.
Oh, thank you Zakiah! I wonder why my comment box isn’t working. I didn’t get notifications of your reply either. Glad I found them anyway! 🙂
Beautiful and beautiful. Poignant words. (so glad to see painting continues…)
Thank you Kim. Yes, my painting keeps me busy from 9:30 till about 11:30 every night.
Wonderful!
The colors in this one are beautiful. I especially like the foreground and how the red is mirrored in the roof! The poem is a testament to the kind of love that eludes so many now days. Perfectly conveyed. Perfect for the painting!
Oh Val I am so glad to see you here. I searched for you on WP last night and couldn’t find you. Today I was so busy (furniture shopping, Mentoring a couple of elementary kids, and running errands), so I just came here to see if I can go to xanga and look up your post. What a pleasant surprise, you are here already.
Thank you for your beautifully worded comment, as always, you make them so personal and a pleasure to read.
The pairing of your beautiful painting and your poignant poem brought tears to my eyes! The last four lines/stanza got me all choked up…in a good, sweet way! 🙂
And you make me think about the fact that wherever true love resides (whether in a cabin, a small house, a large house, a tent, etc., ) it becomes a warm palatial home! 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
Thank you dear Carolyn. You have such a beautiful soul it seems…. you are able to look into the words of my poems and gauge the feelings and desires.
My small hut in this painting, is truly my palace! You have said what I feel!
I love the painting and the poem.
Wherever true love is..that is home 😉
Love and hugs.
home, it’s where the heart is. for everyone.