For
me the province of poetry is a private ecstasy made public, and
the social role of the poet is to display moments of shared universal
epiphanies capable of healing our sense of mortal estrangement—from
ourselves, from each other, from our source, from our destiny, from
The Divine.
NEW ADDITIONS AND A POETRY BLOG!
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Click here to read a long excerpt from
Abdallah Jones and the Disappearing-Dust Caper (price with CD reduced to $15.00 during Ramadan) And see new books now in print on the left-hand column...
Visit www.DeenPort.com, and read new "Islamic Haiku" along the top banner
NOW 18 BOOKS from my life's work in poetry have been published
by The Ecstatic Exchange, and are available for purchase (newest titles: In the Realm of Neither, and The Fire Eater's Lunchbreak).
The purchase button will take you to the printer, Lulu.com.
They are also available at Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk and Barnes & Noble, as well as other online booksellers.
Contact me by email for signed copies, or the two books with CDs, Mars & Beyond,
and Abdallah Jones and the Disappearing-Dust Caper...
both books read in their entirety...
SPECIAL RAMADAN OFFER
My book, Ramadan Sonnets,
with a CD of my reading 29 of the poems
(plus a bonus Ramadan poem not from the book),
at a special Ramadan price of $15.00 + postage,
via PayPal, check or money order
(email address: abdalhayy@danielmoorepoetry.com).
Contact me directly via email
with your order, address and method of payment
for a signed copy.
ALSO
During Ramadan,
any of my books for only $10 EACH + postage,
(those with CDs, $15)
via PayPal, check or money order
(see Amazon.com, Lulu.com,
or my website: www.danielmoorepoetry.com,
for a complete book list).
Send order and address and payment method
to my email address above.
Jazakallah
and thanks!
PILLARS OF CLOUD
Pillars of cloud extend down to earth
during Ramadan
inside of which angel coils swirl continuously upward and
downward to a sweet music just beyond
earshot
Great aerial pulleys and gears mistily squeaking like
crickets calling out for mates in their
emeraldine solitudes
And great transparent columnar tubes amplifying distant voices
and inside the voices meanings in incomplete
sentences
The intermingling of sounds and voices
completed by our hunger for His sake
And then our palatial appreciation of any morsel that
breaks it as if such hunger
For
me the province of poetry is a private ecstasy made public, and
the social role of the poet is to display moments of shared universal
epiphanies capable of healing our sense of mortal estrangement—from
ourselves, from each other, from our source, from our destiny, from
The Divine.
