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Anwer Ghani

MOSIAC

Prose poems


To the mosaic worlds lover.


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MOSAIC

Prose Poetry

 

Anwer Ghani

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MOSAIC

Expressive Narrative Poetry

Anwer Ghani

2018

2nd edition

 

Tajdeed Publishing House – Iraq

 

 

 

 

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Preface


The ideas, as any creature, always try to present in full and powerful existences. So, one idea may wear many dresses to show itself and the writer should listen to her voice and give attention to her wishes.

To accomplish all these targets, the writing should have an efficient existence with the occurrence which gives full and powerful transfiguration of ideas. This efficient transfiguring property of writing can appear with multi-expressive structures, where the sentences bring the same deep idea and central message but they appear in different images and statements. This system we call "The Mosaic". In the mosaic transfiguring system, the sentences appear as mirrors. The mirrored system of the textual sentences forms an intellectual existence imitates the mosaic.

Author

 

Anwer Ghani is an Iraqi poet and artist. He was born in 1973 in Hilla. His name has appeared in many literary magazines and anthologies and he have won many prizes; one of them "World Laureate-Best Poet in 2017 from WNWU". Anwer writes; expressive narrative poetry, and he is the author of "Narratopoet"; (2017), "Antipoetic Poems"; (2017) and other 40 books. He is the editor-in-chief of Arcs prose poetry magazine. Websites:

https://anwerghani1.wordpress.com.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Poems

 

 

 

Gypsies

 

 

 

 

The Gypsy Girl

 

I like the quiet lakes and their reviving breeze, where the water’s eyes are always sleepy. You can't imagine his red cheek in the winter nights. I remember when my mother had made a nice hat for him. My mother is so expert in the seasonal souls and she told me that the autumn is a gypsy girl. I didn't see autumn, but I am sure that my mother saw her because she described her face precisely. She told me that Autumn is flying between the trees’ branches as a small bird and leaving her veil weaving airily in our souls. Sometimes I feel that Autumn is a fairy and you may see her stormy tale swimming deeply in our dreams’ water.

 

 

A Gypsy Tent