Mar 242010
 
 March 24, 2010  Poetry

Mahnaz Badihian sketch
I feel so ripe
As if, I was just born from that tall tree in the garden.
I even feel leafy
….

I feel so ripe
As if, I was just born from that tall tree in the garden.
I even feel leafy
Fresh leaf, spurting all over my skin.
I cannot stop growing every second under 
The clear whistle of sunshine in this sundry, before spring.

I feel so ripe
so new,
As if just coming out of the winter ground
And carrying with me a long life experience.
Is it me, or the aroma of the coming spring or 
This boiling love in my heart
That makes me to be reborn so beautifully today?

……

Mar 072010
 
 March 7, 2010  Poetry

Recycled Woman by Mahnaz Badihian
The recycled woman 

Has a heart filled with fumigated love
All her dreams will be reborn again


Recycled Woman

Some say she is haunted 
And never belongs to one city
A woman with the look of graveyards
And a new kind of temper
They don’t know how she was born
Her birth certificate is an open page with no notes on the birth
But a description about her
Hands: from bodies collected in the Caspian Sea
Legs: of bones from a famine in Africa
Hair: each strand comes from the hair of women in burka
Eyeballs: from expectant eyes, always waiting.
Appended: this woman has multi-metal teeth
With plastic nails and breasts of fire
And dreams that will last 

The recycled woman 
Has a heart filled with fumigated love
All her dreams will be reborn again
Her voice is load as she sings in a language unknown to men
Where women need to fight to be heard 

Recycled Woman by Mahnaz Badihian

poem and painting by: Mahnaz Badihian

© 2012 Mahnaz Badihian