Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh

  Poetry and Fine Art 


Morning Bells


words my judge and silent witness

   sound their morning bells

my eyes fired with verses and trail

   of letters seeking the origin

of birth and its wealth of hymns


a place for my lonely prayers

   charmed with patterns of orchard

and vine  this yearning carved

   a cavity in my identity

as I retreated into an inner world


shrouded by restless thoughts

   no magic carpet for my bare feet

just words to sail on a rich vocabulary 




This poem is included
in the "Field of Harps"
poetry chapbook