What Haiti saw in me?

Assembling the shattered pieces of a mirror called Haiti, I embark to look upon my Self’s reflection, for truly what my reality is and the words/poems just scattered ashes of my false Self. Haiti 2005.


You & I  

The Nest 

Heal Me Not  

Wordless Dhikr 

The Secret 

I know not 

I Evanesce 

I sell nothing 


The Hawk

The Hummingbird 

Meil La (The Honey)   

The Past 

The Sculptor  

For a moment 

Autumn Rain  

Cyring Candle  

The Eyeless

Forever 'I' : Boh! Maleh 

© 2005-2002,  Dara O. Shayda