Lorca Sbeity, Lebanon

Por: Lorca Sbeity

Trees!

One tree said: I am the surviving step of the wooden ladder
One tree said: nothing is left of me except of wind’s memory!
So the wind cried, do not bury it without a memory.

One tree said: I am the hand of the fountain,
The foot pounding a beat of a rhythmical tune… the restraining rope.
Another tree said further: and the betrayal of the axe
And the despair in the word eternity.

One uncertain tree said:
I don’t own the expense of my nostalgic food.
One certain tree said:
I am heartless… I am heartless

One wild tree: I grew my hair long,
I have replaced the apples with the wind…
The bark remains.

One garden tree: don’t let it burn
She will give it up for the one who is insisting
On bearing down the experience
Right from its beginning.

One intoxicated tree moving and waving in front of another rooted statue like tree… 
And the axe stood between both, confused
Should it cut off or should it polish?

The sidewalk tree said her word and walked away
And the saddened birds
Flew across to the lighting pole. Likewise.

One mother tree… children trees?
And this is the axe.

One grandmother tree is telling 
An old story about a dead winter…
One poet tree
Dripped its dew uncovering it to shine.
 
The tree gone for autumn season
Came back for the time to burn inside the fire stove…

One tree living inside the heart of a tent
The brace is the earth’s worms,
And the light allowed to break inside sometimes,
Is made of blood.

 
A life thrown out

I am living a life that is not mine
I have borrowed it from a woman who became bored from.
And she was going to throw it off the top of the bridge
Down to a profound river
If it weren’t for me who grabbed it just at the right moment
And I have been thinking if I was to be bored from mine too
I would be replacing it with this life disposed of! 

I am currently living the life disposed of
It is cold here
Neither the coat nor the scarf
Are warming up the blood
And neither the chandeliers’ lights
Are driving away the ghosts of the empty rooms. 
I think of the woman
Leaving the bridge in a hurry
She didn’t await for the moment of the crash against the river’s water
Maybe she was assured that her life
Heavy with chains will drown definitely
Otherwise she might have thought secretly:
Another woman will find it
A woman who is lured by the smell of bread
Into burning aflame!

 
The laundry rope

…Laying down on the bed
Wearing a trousers and a shirt
Fastening all of the buttons
And he is turning his back to her
And she is sitting on the same bed with him
Wearing her thickest clothes 
And turning her back to him.
In the garden
The sun is shining
And on the rope of laundry
Hanging her translucent loose dress
And his unbuttoned shirt
Embracing each other.

 
Sadness!

I had two hands
One is saddened by the lies of embracement
And one is broke by the wind of goodbyes!
I had two feet
One is paralyzed 
By the fast steps   
And the other foot is lost
On the road between the waiting
And the escaping!
I had two fruitful eyes
Picked up by passers by
Inside sad poems,
And a third eye poked
With an arrow following the light!
I had a mind inside which is residing
Strange bizarre thoughts
And an imagination that is baking cookies during the day
And at night it is working at a night club,
And inside which is residing a wandering resembling to someone standing 
In front of his mirror,
The guillotine of truth cut off my head!
I had a heart
Resembling to a basket of bread
Resembling to an umbrella,
A tent,
A field of soil
I presented it as a meal for a dining table
The great love, the great illusion!
It was me…. I was there
And I never came back… I have disappeared…
I have become a hammer in an auction
A wall that is feeling lonely
And on the wall is hanging all the paintings of the world!

Lorca Sbeity was born in Beirut, Lebanon, on December 21, 1979. She is a poet, storyteller, children's writer, teacher, producer and presenter of several television and radio programs, interviewer, broadcaster, with an extensive career in the media in her country. She also holds a master's degree in Philosophy and a bachelor's degree in Physical Education.