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- 2. ﱢ ُ
ﺍﳌﻬﺮﺝ..
ﱠ ُ
ﻻ ﻳﺴﺘﻄﻊ ﺍﻟﻀﺤﻚ
א א
-٢-
- 3. ﻃﺒﻘﺎ ﻟﻘﻮﺍﻧﲔ ﺍﳌﻠﻜﻴﺔ ﺍﻟﻔﻜﺮﻳﺔ
א א א
. אא
א
)ﻋـﱪ ﺍﻻﻧﱰﻧـﺖ ﺃﻭ א אא
ﻟﻠﻤﻜﺘﺒــﺎﺕ ﺍﻻﻟﻜﱰﻭﻧﻴــﺔ ﺃﻭ ﺍﻷﻗــﺮﺍﺹ ﺍﳌﺪﳎــﺔ ﺃﻭ ﺍﻯ
א ﻭﺳﻴﻠﺔ ﺃﺧﺮﻯ (
א א .
. א א
- 4.
ﺇﻫﺩﺍﺀ.. ............................................................................................. - ٤ -
ﻫﺫﺍ ﻤﺎ ﺠﻨـﺎﻩ ....................................................................................... - ٥ -
ﻤ ﻱ ﺭﻭﻓ ِ ﻓﻲ ﺩﻤﻲ ............................................................................... - ٧ -
ﺩ ﺤ ﹶﻙ
ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺢ ﻋ ﹼﺎﺯ ﺍﻟﻨﻬﺎﺭ ............................................................................... - ٠١ -
ﻜ ﹼ
ﺒﺩﺀ ﺠﺩﻴﺩ ﻻﻨﻔﻼﺘﻲ ﻟﻴﺱ ﺇﻻ ........................................................................ - ٣١ -
ﺍﻟ ﻬﺭﺝ.. ﻻ ﻴﺴﺘﻁﻴﻊ ﺍﻟ ﺤﻙ ...................................................................... - ١٢ -
ﻀ ﻤ
ﻫﻨﺩ ﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻫﻨﹾﺩ!! ............................................................................... - ٤٢ -
ِ ِﹾ
ﻟﻡ ﺘﻜﻥ ﺒﻼﺩﺍ ﻏﻴﺭ ﺒﻼﺩﻱ ........................................................................... - ٧٢ -
ﹰ
ﺍﻗـﺭﺃ ُ ﻓﻴﻙ ﻁﻼﺴﻤﻨﺎ .............................................................................. - ١٣ -
ِ
ﺍﻟﻠﻴل ﻴﻔﺭﺵ ﻟﻴﺱ ﻜﻌﺎﺩﺘﻪ ﻤﺩﺍﻩ!! .................................................................... - ٦٣ -
ﹸ ُ
ﺨﻤﺴﻭﻥ ﻤﻴﻼ ﻟﻠﺼﻤﻭﺩ ............................................................................. - ٩٣ -
ﹰ
ﺃﻏﻨﻴﺔ ﻟﻠﻔﺭﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﺤﺯﻴﻥ .............................................................................. - ٣٤ -
ﹲ
ﺨﻁﻭﺓ ُ ﻭﺍﺤﺩﺓ ُ ﻭﺃﻟﻤﺢ ﺒﻴﺘﻲ!! ...................................................................... - ٥٤ -
ﹸ ﹸ
ﻴﻘﺭﺃﻭﻥ ﺍﻷﺴﺤﺎﺭ ﻋﻠﻲ ﻤﺭﻗﺩ ِﺍﻟ ﺸﺭﻱ................................................................ - ٨٤ -
ﺒ
ﺍﻟ ﹼﺯﻭﺡ ﻤﻥ ﺃﻭﺭﺩﺓ ﺍﻟﺨﻭﻑ ......................................................................... - ١٥ -
ِ ﻨ
ﺘﺼﺭﻴﺢ ٌ ﺒﺎﻻﻨﺘﻅﺎﺭ ................................................................................ - ٣٥ -
ﺜﻤﺔ ﻁﺭﻴﻕ ﻟﻠﻀﻴﺎﺀ ................................................................................ - ٥٥ -
ﺍﻟﻌﺼﺎﻓﻴﺭ ُ ﺘﻌﺸﻕ ﺃﻭﻜﺎﺭﻫﺎ ......................................................................... - ٨٥ -
ﹸ
ﺭﻨﻴـﻥ ﺍﻟﺸﻌـﺭ ................................................................................... - ٩٥ -
ﺍﻟﻠﻴل ﻜﻤﺎ ﻋﻭﺩﻨﻲ .................................................................................. - ٠٦ -
ُ
ﻭﻁﻥ ﻻ ﻴﺭﻴﺩ.. ﺍﻟﹼﺠﻭﺀ ............................................................................ - ٥٦ -
ﻠ
ﺍﻟﺫﻱ ﻤﺎﺕ ﻗﺩ ﻻ ﻴﻤﻭﺕ!!........................................................................... - ٧٦ -
ﻭﻟﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﻴﺴﺭﻗﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻌﺸﻕ؟! ........................................................................... - ٨٦ -
ﻁﻭﺒﻲ ﻟﻠﻁﻴﺭ ﺍﻟﻭﺍﻗﻑ.. ﻓﻭﻕ ﺍﻟﻤﺫﺒﺢ ................................................................ - ٠٧ -
ﺍﻟ ﹼﻌﺭ.. ﻅﺎﻫﺭﺘﻲ ................................................................................ - ٤٧ -
ﺸ ﻤ
ﻻ ﺘﻘﺭﺒﻲ!! ........................................................................................ - ٧٧ -
ﺒﺭﻗﻴﺔ ﻟﻤﻌﻠﻡ ﺍﻟﺤﺴﺎﺏ ............................................................................... - ٩٧ -
ﺃﻴﻥ ﺘ ﺍﻫﺎ ﺫﻫﺒﺕ؟! ................................................................................ - ٠٨ -
ﺭ
-٣-
- 5. ﺇﻫﺩﺍﺀ..
ﺇﺫﺍ ﻜﺎﻨﺕ ﻫﺩﺭﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﻤﻌﺎﻨﺎﺓ
ﻫﻲ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺩﻟﻔﺕ ﺒﻲ
ﺇﻟﻲ ﻤﻤﻠﻜﺔ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﻴﺩ؛
ﺃﺴﺘﺄﺫﻨﻬﺎ
ﺒﺄﻥ ﺃﻤﻜﺙ
ﻁﻭﻴﻼ
ﹰ
ﻁﻭﻴﻼ
ﹰ
ﻓﻠﻭﻻ ﺘﻠﻙ ﺍﻟﻬﺩﺭﺍﺕ
ﻟﺼﺭﺕ ﻬ ﺠﺎ
ﹸﻤ ﺭ ﹰ
ﺒﻴﻥ ﺃﺨﺒﻴﺔ ﺍﻟﺤﻴﺎﺓ
א א
-٤-
- 6. ﻫﺫﺍ ﻤﺎ ﺠﻨـﺎﻩ
ﻴﺎ ﻤﻭﻻﺘﻲ..
ﻋﻴﻨﺎﻙ ﻀﻴﺎﺀ ﺤﻴﺎﺘﻲ
ِ
ﺃﺒﺤﺭ ﻓﻲ ﺴﺤﺭﻫﻤﺎ
ﻭﺃﺤﻁ..
ﱡ
ﻋﻠﻲ ﻤﺭﻓﺄ ﻫﺎﺠﺭﺘﻲ
ﺃﺘﻭﻀﺄ..
ُ
ﻤﻥ ﻓﻴﺽ ﺍﻟﻜﻠﻤﺎﺕ
ِ ِ
ﺃﺘﻬﺠﺩ..
ﺒﻴﻥ ﺠﻨﺎﻥ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﻭ ﺍﻟﻌﺫﺭﻱ،
ِ ِ
ﺃﺭﺘل ﻜل ﺘﺭﺍﻨﻴﻤﻲ،
ﱢُ ﱠ
ﺃﺭﺴل ﻁﻴﻑ ﺼﺒﺎﺒﺎﺘﻲ،
ﹶ ُ ُ
ﺃﺭﺴل ﺯﺨﺎﺕ ﺒﺭﺍﺤﻲ،
ﱠ ِ
ﻭﻟﺤﻭﻥ ﻗﺼﻴﺩﻱ
ﻜﻲ ﺘﻁﻔﻲﺀ ﻨﺎﺭ ﻋﺫﺍﺒﺎﺘﻲ
ﺍﻵﻥ..
ﺠﻨﺎﺩل ﺸﻭﻗﻲ ﺍﻟﺜﻜﻠﻲ
ﱠ ُ
ﺘﺸﻌل ﺩﻭﺡ ﺨﻴﺎﻻﺘﻲ
ُ
ﻟﻜﻨﻲ..
ﱢ
ﻟﻥ ﺃﺠﺭﺅ..
َ
ﺃﻥ ﺃﺩﺨل ﺒﻬﻭ ﻅﻼﻟﻙ ﻭﺤﺩﻱ
ِِ َ
ﻟﺴﺕ)ﺒﻌﻨﺘﺭ( ﻋﺒﺱ ..
ٍ ﹸ
ﺃﻭ ﻨﺎﻁﻭﺭ
ٍ
ﻴﺤﺭﺱ ﺃﻁﺭﺍﻑ ﺍﻟﻐﺎﺒﺎﺕ
ِ ﹶ
ﻤﺎﺯﻟﺕ ﺃﺴﻴﺭﺍ
ﹰ ﹸ
-٥-
- 7. ﺘﺠﺫﺒﻨﻲ ﻜل ﺸﺭﺍﻴﻴﻨﻲ،
ﱡ
ﺃﻭﺭﺩﺘﻲ
ﻭﺍﻟﺩﻑﺀ ﺍﻟﺴﺎﻜﻥ ﻓﻲ ﺃﺒﻴﺎﺘﻲ
ﻓﺎﻟﻌﻤﺭ / ﺍﻟﺫﻜﺭﻱ،
ﱠ
ﻭﺍﻟﺫﻜﺭﻱ / ﺍﻟﻌﻤﺭ،
ﱠ
ﺍﻟﻤﺩ،
ﺍﻟﺠﺯﺭ،
ﺍﻟﺸﻴﺏ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺯﺡ ﻓﻲ ﻤﺭﺁﺘﻲ
ﻴﺎ ﻨﺒﺽ ﺍﻟﻨﺒﺽ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﺜﻭﺭ،
ِ
ﻭﻴﺎ ﻴﻨﺒﻭﻋﺎ ﻴﺘﻔﺠﺭ..
ﹰ
ﻤﻥ ﺃﻓﺌﺩﺘﻲ،
ﻴﺘﻭﺤﺩ ﻓﻲ ﺃﻨﺎﺘﻲ
ﱠ
ﻋﻴﻨﺎﻙ ﻭﻤﻴﺽ
ِ
ﻴﻨﺄﻱ ﺒﻴﻥ ﻋﻭﺍﻟﻡ ﻋﺸﻘﻲ
ِ
ﺤﺎﺼﺭ ﻏﻭﺭ ﻤﻔﺎﺯﺍﺘﻲ
ﻭﺤﻨﻴﻥ
ﻴﻨﺒﺕ ﺩﻭﻤﺎ ﺃﺯﻫﺎﺭﻱ،
ﹰ ِﹸ
ﻴﺘﺭﺍﻗﺹ ﻓﻲ ﺠﻨﺎﺘﻲ
ﱠ
ﻋﻴﻨﺎﻙ..
ِ
ﻓﺂﻩ ﻤﻥ ﻋﻴﻨﻴﻙ..
ِ ٍ
ﺃﻤﻴﺭﺓ ﻋﺭﺱ ﺍﻟﺸﻤﺱ،
ِ ﹸ
ﻭﻤﻤﻠﻜﺔ ﺍﻟﺼﻠﻭﺍﺕ
ِ ﹸ
ﻋﻴﻨﺎﻙ ﺘﺭﺍﺘﻴل..
ٌ ِ
ﻨﺎﻡ ﺍﻟﻠﻴل ﻋﻠﻲ ﻓﻴﻀﻬﻤﺎ؛
ُ
ﻴﻨﺘﻅﺭ ﺍﻟﻔﺠﺭ ﺍﻵﺘﻲ
-٦-
- 8. ﻤﺩﻱ ﺤﺭﻭﻓﻙ ﻓﻲ ﺩﻤﻲ
ﹶ ِ
ﻤﺩﻱ ﺤﺭﻭﻓﻙ.. ﻓﻲ ﺩﻤﻲ
ﹶ ِ
ﻭﺘﺫﻜﺭﻱ
ﱠ
ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﺭﻴﺎﺡ.. ﺸﻘﻴﺔ
ﹲ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﺍﺴﺘﺒﺎﺤﺕ ﺃﻨﺠﻤﻲ
ﻓﺎﻟﺸﺩﻭ.. ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺒﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﺩﻭﻤﺎ
ﹰ ِ
ﻻ ﻴﺜﻴﺭ.. ﺘﺭﻨﻤﻲ
ﱡ
ﻓﻠﻜﻡ ﻟﻬﻭﻨﺎ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺤﺩﺍﺌﻕ..
ِ ﹶﹶ ﹶ
ﻭﺍﻟﺸﻭﺍﺭﻉ،
ِ
ﻭﺍﻟﻤﻤﺎﻟﻙ..
ِ
ﺤﻴﺙ ﻜﻨﺎ ﻨﻨﺘﻤﻲ
ﹸ ﹸﱠ
ﻭﺘﺫﻜﺭﻱ
ﱠ
ﻜل ﺍﻟﺒﻼﺒل ﺤﻴﻥ ﻤﺭﺕ
ﹾ ِ ﱠ
ﻤﻥ ﻫﻨﺎ
ﻜﺎﻨﺕ ﺘﺭﺍﻗﺏ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺤﻘﻭل..
ِ
ﻤﻭﺍﺴﻤﻲ
ﻤﺩﻱ ﺤﺭﻭﻓﻙ.. ﻓﻲ ﺩﻤﻲ
ﹶ ِ
ﻓﻠﺤﺒﻨﺎ ﻋﺎﺸﺕ ﺠﺭﻭﺡ
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻠﻴﺎﻟﻲ
ﻻ ﺘﺫﻴﻊ ﺇﻟﻲ ﺍﻟﺠﻭﺍﻨﺢ..
ِ
ﺴﺭ ﺤﺭﺯ ﺘﻤﺎﺌﻤﻲ
ِ
ﻭﺘﺫﻜﺭﻱ
ﱠ
ﻴﻭﻤﺎ ﻗﺩﻭﻤﻲ ﺒﺎﻷﻨﻴﻥ ﻤﻜﺒﻼ
ِ ﹰ ﹰ
ﻭﺴﻁ ﺍﻨـﺤﺴﺎﺭ ﻤﻌﺎﻟﻤﻲ
ِ ﹶ
ﻭﺘﺫﻜﺭﻱ ﻴﻭﻤﺎ
ﹰ ﱠ
ﻋﻴﻭﻨﻙ ﻭﺍﻟﻤﻼﻤﺢ ﻭﺍﻟﺴﺭﺍﺌﺭ..
ِ
-٧-
- 9. ﺤﻴﻥ
ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻓﻲ ﺍﺸﺘﻴﺎﻕ
ٍ
ﻜﻲ ﺘﺨﺎﺩﻥ ﻤﺭﺴﻤﻲ
ﻤﺩﻱ ﺠﻨﺎﺤﻙ ﻟﻠﺸﺠﻭﻥ..
ِ ِ
ﻟﺘﻌﺭﻑ ﺍﻷﻀﻼﻉ ﻋﺸﻘﻙ ﻟﻠﺠﻭﻱ
ﹶِ ﹶ
ﻋﻨﺩ ﺍﻗﺘﻼﻋﻙ ﺃﻋﻅﻤﻲ
ِ
ﺫﺍﺏ ﺍﻟﺴﻬﺎﺩ.. ﺴﺩﻱ
ﻭﻤﺎ ﺫﺍﺒﺕ
ﻋﻴﻭﻥ ﻤﻼﺤﻤﻲ
ﻓﺘﻘﺒﻠﻲ ﻤﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻨﺴﺎﺌﻡ ﻜﻠﻬﺎ
ﱢ ﱠ ﱠ
ﻫﺩﺃ ﺍﻟﺤﻨﻴﻥ..
ﻭﻤﺎ ﻴﺯﺍل ﻴﺒﺙ ﻨﻔﺱ ﻨﺴﺎﺌﻤﻲ
ﱡ
ﻤﺩﻱ ﺤﺭﻭﻓﻙ.. ﻓﻲ ﺩﻤﻲ
ﹶِ
ﻭﺘﻠﻭﻨﻲ
ﻤﺜل ﺍﻟﻔﺭﺍﺸﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻤﻬﻴﻀﺔ..
ِ ِ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﺘﺭﺤل ﻓﻲ ﺸﺘﺎﺀ ﻫﺯﺍﺌﻤﻲ
ِ ُ
ﻭﺘﺫﻜﺭﻱ
ﱠ
ﻫﻤﺴﺎﺘﻨﺎ،
ﺃﺸﻌﺎﺭﻨﺎ،
ﺃﻁﻴﺎﺭﻨﺎ،
ﺨﺠل ﺍﻟﻬﻴﺎﻡ.. ﺃﻤﺎﻡ ﻨﻘﺵ ﻁﻼﺴﻤﻲ
ِ ُ ِ
ﻭ ﺘﺫﻜﺭﻱ
ﱠ
ﻜﻴﻑ ﺍﻟﻨﺩﻱ ﻤﺎ ﺯﺍل ﻴﺘﻠﻭ ﻟﻠﻀﻔﺎﻑ..
ِ ﱠ
ﻗﺼﺎﺌﺩﻱ؟!
ﻜﻴﻑ ﺍﻟﺒﻴﺎﺩﺭ ﺘﻜﺘﻭﻱ ﻗﺭﺏ ﺍﻟﻐﺩﻴﺭ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺌﻡ؟!
ِ ِ
ﻭ ﺘﺫﻜﺭﻱ
ﱠ
-٨-
- 10. ﻜﻴﻑ ﺍﻟﻐﺼﻭﻥ ﺘﺤﻥ ﻟﻠﺘﻔﺎﺡ،
ﱡﱠ ِ
ﻟﻠﺭﻤﺎﻥ،
ِ
ﻟﻸﺸﻭﺍﻕ ﻓﻲ ﺤﺭﻡ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺎﺀ ﺍﻟﻤﻐﺭﻡ؟!
ِ ِ ِ ِ
ﻭﻷﻨﻨﻲ ﺒﻴﻥ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺎﻓﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺫﺒﻴﺤﺔ.. ﺭﺍﺤل
ٌ ِ ﱠ ِ ﱠ
ﺃﺸﺘﻡ ﺤﺒﻙ.. ﻓﻲ ﺩﻤﻲ
ِ
ﻓﺤﺘﺎﻡ ﻁﻴﻔﻙ.. ﺤﺎﺌﺭ
ﹸِ
ﻋﻨﺩ ﺍﻟﺫ ﺍ
ﺭ
ﻻ ﻴﺴﺘﻁﻴﻊ ﺒﺄﻥ ﻴﻌﺎﻨﻕ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻐﺭﻭﺏ ﺤﻤﺎﺌﻤﻲ؟!
ِ ﹶ
ﻤﺩﻱ ﺤﺭﻭﻓﻙ.. ﻓﻲ ﺩﻤﻲ
ﹶ ِ
-٩-
- 11. ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺢ ﻋﻜﺎﺯ ﺍﻟﻨﻬﺎﺭ
ﹼ ﹼ
ﻟﺴﺕ )ﺠﺭﻴﺭﺍ(
ﹰ ﹸ
ﺃﻭ )ﺘﻤﺎﻤﺎ(
ﹰ
ﺃﻭ ﺸﻴﺦ ﺸﻴﻭﺥ ﺍﻷﺩﺒﺎﺀ
ِ ﹶ
ﺒل ﺇﻨﻲ ﺃﺼﻐﺭﻜﻡ ﺴﻨﺎ
ﱠﹰ ﱢ
ﺃﺭﻗﻨﻲ :
ﻨﺯﻑ،ﻭﺭﺤﻴل ﻭﻗﺼﻴﺩ
ﹲ
ﻭ ﺩﺍﺀ
ﺤ
ﻟﻜﻨﻲ ﺃﺼﻬل ﺤﺭﻓﻲ
ُ ﱢ
ﻭﺍﻟﻐﺭﺒﺔ ﺠﺎﺜﻤﺔ ُ
ﹸ ﹸ
ﺘﻨﻔﺙ ﻤﻤﻠﻜﺔ ﺍﻷﻨﻭﺍﺀ
ﹸ ﹸ
ﺃﺘﻭﻜﺄ ﺒﻴﻥ ﺃﺨﺎﺩﻴﺩ ﻫﺩﻴﻠﻲ
ِ ﱠُ
ﻤﻨﺴﺭﺒﺎ
ﹰ
ﻤﻥ ﻓﻲﺀ ﺍﻷﻨﺴﺎﻡ ﺍﻟﻬﻭﺠﺎﺀ
ِ ِ
ﺘﻜﺘﺒﻨﻲ ﻋﺎﺼﻔﺘﻲ
ﺃﻨﺒﻊ..
ﻤﻥ ﺴﺭﺩﺍﺏ ﺍﻟﺸﻌﺭ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﺴﻲ..
ِ ﱢ ِ
ﺃﺩﺍﻋﺏ..
ﺃﻭﻜﺎﺭ ﺍﻟﺼﻔﺼﺎﻑ،
ِ
ﻫﺘﻭﻥ ﺍﻟﻁل ﺍﻟﻌﺫﺭﺍﺀ
ﱠﱢ
ﻭﺃﺭﺍﻗﺹ..
ُ
ﺴﺭﺏ ﺍﻟﻨﻭﺭﺱ،
ِ ﱠ
ﹸﺒﺭﺓ ﺍﻟﺜﻠﺞ،
ﱠ ِ ﻗ
ﺍﻷﺯﻫﺎﺭ ﺍﻟﻔﻴﺤﺎﺀ
ﺃﺘﻭﻫﺞ..
- ٠١ -
- 12. ﺒﻴﻥ ﻤﺩﺍﺭﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﻌﺘﻕ ﺍﻟﺒﺎﻫﻲ
ِ ِ
ﺃﺘﺒﺭﻋﻡ..
ﺒﻴﻥ ﺍﻷﺸﺫﺍﺀ
ﺃﺜﺄﺭ ﻤﻥ ﻜل ﻋﻭﺍﺼﻑ ﻫﺩﻤﻲ،
ِ ﱢ
ﻤﻥ ﺃﻭﺘﺎﺭ ﺍﻟﻘﺴﻭﺓ..
ِ ِ
ﻭﻗﺼﺎﺌﺩ ﺼﻠﺏ ﺍﻷﺜﺩﺍﺀ
ِ ﹾ ِ
ﺃﻓﻘﺄ ﻋﻴﻥ ﺍﻟﺤﺯﻥ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻌﻭﻥ،
ِ ُ ِ
ﺃﻨﺎﺯل ﺃﺸﺒﺎﺡ ﺍﻷﺸﻴﺎﺀ
ُ
ﺃﺒﺤﺭ..
ُ
ﺭﻏﻡ ﺃﺴﺎﻁﻴﺭ ﺍﻟﺨﻭﻑ،
ِ ِ
ﻭﺭﻏﻡ ﺤﻜﺎﻴﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻐﻭل،
ِ ِ
ﺍﻟﻌﻨﻘﺎﺀ
ﺃﺒﺤﺭ..
ُ
ﺒﻴﻥ ﻤﻔﺎﻭﺯ ﺸﺩﻭﻱ،
ِ
ﻭﻟﻬﻲ
ﻷﻓﺘﺵ ﻋﻥ ﺩﻭﺤﻲ ﺍﻟﺸﺎﺭﺩ،
ﱠ ِ ُﱢ ﹶ
ﻋﻥ ﺴﺭ ﻋﺭﺒﻲ
ﻟﻴﻠﻤﻠﻡ ﻤﻨﻲ ﺍﻷﺸﻼﺀ
ﱢ
ﺁﻩ.. ﻴﺎ ﻏﺭﺒﺔ ﺠﻴﻠﻲ
ﹶ ٍ
ﻴﺎ ﺤﻠﻤﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﻨﻲ
ﻴﺎ ﺩﻤﻊ ﺍﻟﺠﻭﺯﺍﺀ
ﻋﺼﺭﻱ..
ﻓﻲ ﻋﺼﺭ ﺍﻟﺤﺎﺴﻭﺏ.. ﺃﻨﺎ
ِ
ﻋﺼﺭﻱ..
ﻓﻲ ﻋﺼﺭ ﺍﻟﻌﻭﻟﻤﺔ، ﺍﻟﺫﺭﺓ،
ِ ﱠ ِ
- ١١ -
- 13. ﻭﺍﻵﻻﺕ ﺍﻟﻌﻤﻴﺎﺀ
ِ
ﺁﻩ.. ﻴﺎ ﺃﺭﻭﻗﺘﻲ
ٍ
ﻴﺎ ﻤﺭ / ﺍﻟﻤﺭ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﺜﻭﺭ ﺒﺄﻀﻼﻋﻲ
ﺁﻩ.. ﻴﺎ ﻋﻜﺎﺯﻱ ﺍﻟﻬﺵ
ﱡ ﱠ
ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺢ ﻟﻨﺎ،
ﻭﺍﻟﺸﺩﻭ..
ﱠ
ﻭﺯﺨﺎﺕ ﺍﻷﻨﺩﺍﺀ
ﱠ ﹸ
- ٢١ -
- 14. ﺒﺩﺀ ﺠﺩﻴﺩ ﻻﻨﻔﻼﺘﻲ ﻟﻴﺱ ﺇﻻ
َ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﻓﻠﻨﺎ ﻤﻥ ﺍﻹﻓﺭﺍﻁ ﻓﻲ ﻋﺸﻕ ﺍﻟﻀﻴﺎﺀ..
ِ ِ ِ
ﻤﻤﺎﻟﻙ
ﺃﻤﻲ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻓﻘﺩﺕ ﺴﻌﺎﺩﺘﻬﺎ
ﹾ ُ
ﺍﻨﺘﻅﺭﺕ ﻤﺠﻴﺌﻬﺎ ﺩﻫﺭﺍ ﻁﻭﻴﻼ
ﹰ ﹰ ﹸ
ﻭﺍﻋﺘﺭﺍﻨﻲ ﻨﻬﺭ ﺫﻋﺭ ﺤﺎﻟﻙ
ٍ
ﻗﺒﻴل ﺇﺭﺴﺎﻟﻲ ﻟﻤﺩﺭﺴﺘﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﺭﻴﺒﺔ ﻤﻥ ﺃﻤﺎﻨﻴﻨﺎ
ِ
ﺃﻤﻲ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻨﺒﻬﺘﻬﺎ
ُ
ﻨﺴﻴﺕ ﺼﺩﻱ ﻤﻴﻘﺎﺕ ﻁﺎﺒﻭﺭ ﺍﻟﻬﺘﺎﻑ.. ﻤﺠﺩﺩﺍ
ِ ﹰ ِ ِ ﹾ
ﻨﻔﺱ ﺍﻟﺭﺅﻱ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﺘﻐﻨﻴﻨﺎ
ﹾ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﻟﻡ ﺘﺄﺕ ﺒﻌﺩ.. )ﺒﻔﻭﻟﻨﺎ(
ِ ِ
ﻟﻡ ﺘﺄﺕ.. ﻓﺎﻟﻔﻭﺍل ﻓﻲ ﺃﺤﻴﺎﺌﻨﺎ
ُ ِ
ﻜﻨﺎ ﻨﻘﺎﻴﻀﻪ ﺍﻟﺸﺭﺍﺀ ﺒﺒﻌﺽ ﺃﺸﻼﺀ ﺍﻟﻜﺘﺏ
ﺃﻤﻲ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻋﺎﺸﺕ ﻜﻤﺎ ﺍﻷﺴﺤﺎﺭ..
ﹾ ُ
ﺘﺭﺸﻑ ﺤﺯﻨﻬﺎ ﻭﺴﻁ ﺍﻟﺼﺨﺏ
ﹸ
ﻭﺘﻤﺨﻀﺕ ﻋﻥ ﺤﻠﻤﻬﺎ – ﻋﺒﺜﺎ –
ﹰ ﱠ ﹾ
ﻜﻤﺎ ﻜﻨﺎ ﻋﻠﻲ ﻨﻔﺱ ﺍﻟﻤﻌﺎﺒﺭ..
ِ ِ ﱠ
ﻨﻠﻌﻕ ﺍﻷﻭﺠﺎﻉ ﻤﻨﻜﻔﺌﻴﻥ – ﻫﻨﺎﻙ –
ﹸ
ﻴﺎ ﻭﻁﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻌﻅﻴﻡ..
ﻓﺒﻌﺽ ﺃﺭﻏﻔﺘﻲ ﺘﺤﻥ ﺇﻟﻲ ﺍﻟﻜﻔﺎﻑ..
ِ
ﻤﺠﺩﺩﺍ
ﹰ
ﻭﻤﻤﺯﻕ ﺸﺭﻴﺎﻨﻨﺎ
ﹲ
ﻗﺭﺏ ﺍﻟﺤﻨﻴﻥ.. ﻤﻤﺯﻕ
ﹸ ِ
- ٣١ -
- 15. ﻨﻔﺱ ﺍﻟﻌﺫﺍﺏ.. ﻴﻨﺎﻡ ﻓﻲ ﻗﻠﺏ ﺍﻟﺤﻘﻴﺒﺔ ﻭﺍﻟﺭﻭﺍﺡ..
ِ
ﻤﺅ ﻕ
ﺭﹸ
ﻭﻤﺴﻴﺭﺘﻲ ﻭﻤﺴﻴﺭﺓ ﺍﻷﺤﻼﻡ..
ِ ﹸ
ﻟﻴﺴﺕ ﻭﺤﺩﻫﺎ ﺘﺒﻜﻲ ﺍﻟﺩﻴﺎﺭ..
ﹾ
ﻤﺠﺩﺩﺍ
ﹰ
ﻭﻜﻤﺎ ﺍﻟﻔﺅﺍﺩ ﻤﺒﻌﺜﺭ
ﻤﺭ ﺍﻨﺘﻅﺎﺭﻱ ﻟﻠﺭﻭﺍﺡ.. ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺘﻬﺎﻡ ﻭﻟﻠﺨﻁﺎ
ِ
ﻜﺘﺒﻲ ﺃﻴﺎ ﻜﺘﺒﻲ!!
ﺃﻻ ﻴﻜﻔﻴﻙ ﺤﺎﻟﻲ
ِ
ﺤﻴﺙ ﻜﻨﺕ ﻤﺒﻌﺜﺭﺍ
ﹸ
ﻫﺎ.. ﺠﺭﻭﻨﺎ
ﻻ ﻟﻠﺨﻴﺎﻨﺔ ﻋﻅﻡ
ِ
ﻴﺒﻘﻴﻙ ﺩﻭﻤﺎ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺤﻅﺎﺌﺭ.. ﺤﺎﺌﺭﺍ
ِ
ﻴﺎ ﺠﺭﻭﻨﺎ
ﻤﻥ ﻴﻜﺸﻑ ﺍﻟﻐﺭﺒﺎﺀ ﻴﻭﻤﺎ
ﹰ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﻴﺼﺭﺥ ﺤﻘﻠﻨﺎ؟!
ﹸ ﹸ
ﻤﺭ ﺍﻨﺘﻅﺎﺭﻱ ﻟﻠﺭﻭﺍﺡ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺘﺒﺎﺡ.. ﻭﻟﻠﺨﻁﺎ
ِ
ﻜﻨﺕ ﺍﻟﻨﺨﻴل ﺍﻷﺭﻋﻨﺎ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﻓﻠﻨﺎ ﻤﻥ ﺍﻹﻓﺭﺍﻁ ﻓﻲ ﻋﺸﻕ ﺍﻟﻀﻴﺎﺀ..
ِ ِ ِ
ﻤﻤﺎﻟﻙ
ﺤﻁ ﺍﻟﻨﺩﻱ
ﱠ ﱠ
ﻭﺤﺫﺍﺌﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﺭﻭﻱ ﻴﺼﺩﺭ – ﺨﻠﺴﺔ –
ﹸ ﹰ ِ
ﺃﻤﺭ ﺍﻋﺘﻘﺎل.. ﺠﻭﺍﺭﺒﻲ
ِ
ﺃﺒﻜﻲ ﺍﻟﻬﺯﺍﺌﻡ.. ﻜﻠﻬﺎ
ﱠ
ﺃﺒﻜﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﺒﺎﺌل.. ﻜﻠﻬﺎ
َ ﱠ
- ٤١ -
- 16. ﻨﻔﺱ ﺍﻟﺠﺭﺍﺡ.. ﻤﺘﺎﻋﺒﻲ
ِ
ﻫﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﺭﺼﻴﻑ.. ﻤﺴﺎﻓﺭ
ﹸ
ﻤﺜﻠﻲ ﺃﻨﺎ
ﻋﺒﺜﺎ ﺴﺘﻬﺭﺏ.. ﻟﻠﻀﻴﺎﻉ..
ِ ﹰ
ﺤﻘﺎﺌﺒﻲ
ﺤﻁ ﺍﻟﻨﺩﻱ
ﱠ ﱠ
ﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﺃﻗﺩﻡ ﻟﻠﻌﺸﻴﺭﺓ ﺤﻴﻨﻤﺎ؛
ِ
ﺘﻠﺘﺎﻉ ﺃﺴﻤﺎﻟﻲ.. ﻭﺘﻠﻬﺙ
ﹸ
ﻓﻲ ﻤﺯﺍﺩﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﺸﺘﺎﺀ؟!
ِ ﱢ
ﺤﺘﻤﺎ ﺴﺄﻫﺭﺏ ﻻﺭﺘﻌﺎﺸﻲ.. ﻭﺴﻁ ﺃﺤﺭﺍﺵ ﺍﻟﺒﻜﺎﺀ
ِ
ﺃﺒﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﺤﺎﺭﺏ.. ﺭﺒﻤﺎ
ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﺘﻌﺎﻨﻘﻪ ﺍﻟﺴﻤﺎﺀ
ﹾ
ﺃﺒﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﺤﺎﺭﺏ.. ﺭﺒﻤﺎ
ﻗﺩ ﻋﺎﺩ ﻴﻤﻨﺤﻨﻲ ﻗﻤﻴﺼﺎ ﻤﻥ ﺇﺒﺎﺀ
ِ ﹰ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﺒﻌﺽ ﺍﻟﺭﻓﺎﻕ ﻴﻘﺎﺴﻤﻭﻥ ﺍﻟﺭﻴﺢ..
ِ
ﺸﻬﻘﺔ ﺨﻭﻓﻨﺎ
ﹶ
ﻭﻴﻘﺎﺴﻤﻭﻥ ﺍﻟﺸﻤﺱ ﺼﺭﺨﺔ ﺠﻭﻋﻨﺎ
ﹶ ﱠ
ﻭﻟﻨﺎ ﺍﻹﻟﻪ ﻤﻤﺠﺩ
ﻨﺨﺘﺎل ﺒﺎﻷﺴﺤﺎﺭ.. ﻓﻲ ﺼﻠﻭﺍﺘﻨﺎ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﻤﺘﺭﺍﻤﻴﺎ ﺜﻠﺞ ﺍﻟﺸﻤﺎﻟﻴﻴﻥ ﻓﻲ ﻜﻑ ﺍﻟﺨﺭﻴﻑ
ﹾ ﱢ
ﻤﻥ ﺫﺍ ﻴﺭﺍﻫﻥ ﺒﺎﻟﻤﻭﺍﺴﻡ..
ِ
ﻻ ﺨﺭﻴﻑ ﺒﻌﺩ ﺩﻤﻊ ﻴﺸﻔﻊ ﺍﻵﻥ ﺍﻟﺨﺭﻴﻑ
ﹾ ٍ ﹲ
ﻤﻥ ﺫﺍ ﻴﺭﺍﻫﻥ ﺒﺎﻷﻤﺎﻨﻲ..
ﻻ ﺼﺭﺍﺥ ﻴﻌﺒﺭ ﺍﻵﻥ ﺍﻟﺭﺼﻴﻑ
ﹾ ﹲ
- ٥١ -
- 17. ﻫﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺎﺡ..
ﻜﻜل ﺃﺸﻭﺍﻕ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺎﺤﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻠﻭﺍﺘﻲ
ِ ِ ﱢ
ﺘﻨﺯﻭﻱ
ﹾ
ﻴﺭﻫﻥ ﺃﻀﻐﺎﺙ ﺍﻟﺸﻘﺎﺀ.. ﻟﺒﺎﺌﻊ ﺍﻟﺤﻠﻴﺏ
ِ ﹶ ﱠ ِ
ﻴﺭﻫﻥ ﺃﺜﺩﺍﺀ ﺍﻟﻤﻭﺍﺠﻊ ﻓﻲ ﻤﻭﺍﻗﻴﺕ ﺍﻟﺒﻭﺍﺭ..
ِ ِ ِ
ﻟﻠﺒﻴﺕ ﺍﻟﺴﻠﻴﺏ
ﻜل ﺍﻟﺘﺭﺍﻨﻴﻡ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻨﺎﻤﺕ ﺒﻜﻑ ﻟﻠﺒﺭﺍﺡ..
ِ ﱟ ﹾ ِ ﱡ
ﺴﺘﻨﺤﻨﻲ ﻗﺒل ﺍﻟﻤﻐﻴﺏ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﻓﻠﻨﺎ ﻤﻥ ﺍﻹﻓﺭﺍﻁ ﻓﻲ ﻋﺸﻕ ﺍﻟﻀﻴﺎﺀ..
ِ ِ ِ
ﻤﻤﺎﻟﻙ ٌ
ﻤﻥ ﻴﻐﻠﻕ ﺍﻷﺒﻭﺍﺏ ﻓﻲ ﻭﺠﻪ ﺍﻟﻤﺸﻌﻭﺫﻴﻥ،
ِ
ﻭﺍﻟﻜﻬﺎﻥ؟! ﻤﻥ؟!
ﹸ ِ
ﻤﻥ ﻴﻤﻨﺢ ﺍﻟﺘﺎﺭﻴﺦ ﻜﺴﺭﺘﻴﻥ..
ﹶ
ﻴﺎ ﺃﻭﻁﺎﻥ؟! ﻤﻥ؟!
ﻴﺎ ﺠﺩﻨﺎ
ﻓﺭﻀﺎ ﺴﺘﻀﺒﻁﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻔﺭﺍﺸﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺸﻔﻴﻔﺔ..
ﹸ ﹸ ﹰ
ﺃﺴﺭﻕ ﺍﻷﺸﻭﺍﻕ ﻤﻥ ﻴﺭﻗﺎﺘﻬﺎ
ﹶ ﹸ
ﻓﺭﻀﺎ ﺴﺘﻀﺒﻁﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻴﻤﺎﻤﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺴﺠﻴﻨﺔ..
ﹸ ﹸ ﹰ
ﺃﺴﻠﺏ ﺍﻟﻨﻭﺍﺭ ﻤﻥ ﺃﻭﻜﺎﺭﻫﺎ
ﱡ
ﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﺃﻗﺩﻡ ﻟﻠﻁﻭﺍﻏﻴﺕ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ
ﹾ ِ
ﺒﺄﺒﻭﺍﺏ ﺍﻟﺼﻭﺍﻤﻊ ﻭﺍﻟﻤﺩﻥ؟!
ِ ِ
ﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﻨﺨﺒﺊ ﻟﻠﺜﺭﻱ؟!
ُﱠ
ﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﺴﺘﺒﺘﺎﻉ ﺍﻟﻤﺭﺍﻓﺊ ﻟﻠﺴﻔﻥ؟!
ُ
ﻤﺎﺘﺕ ﺸﻭﺍﻁﺊ )ﻗﺭﻁﺒﺔ(
ﹾ ُ ﹸ
ﻤﺎﺘﺕ ﻫﻨﺎ ﻜل ﺍﻟﺠﻬﺎﺕ ﺍﻷﺭﺒﻌﺔ
ﹾ ِ ﱡ
- ٦١ -
- 18. ﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﺃﻗﺩﻡ )ﻟﻠﻌﺯﻴﺯ(..
ﻓﺤﺠﺔ )ﺍﻷﺴﺒﺎﻁ( ﻀﺎﻋﺕ ﺘﺤﺕ ﺃﻨﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻤﻁﺭ
ﱠ ِ ِ ﹸ
ﻀﺎﻋﺕ ﻗﺒﻴل ﺍﻟﻠﻬﻭ..
ِ ﹾﹸ
ﻀﺎﻋﺕ ﺤﺫﻭ ﺘﺭﻨﻴﻡ ﺍﻟﻘﻤﺭ
ِ
)ﻫﺎﻤﺎﻥ( ﻴﺒﻜﻲ ﻴﺎ ﺭﻓﺎﻕ.. ﻓﻬﻠﻠﻭﺍ!!
ﱢ ﹸ
ﻓﻌﺼﺎﻩ ﺘﻨﻬﺵ ﻓﻲ ﻀﻠﻭﻋﻲ
ﹸ
ﻭﺍﺴﺘﺭﺍﺤﺕ ﻨﻔﺱ ﻏﻠﻅﺘﻬﺎ ﻋﺼﺎﻩ
ﹾ
ﻭﺍﻟﺒﺤﺭ ﻴﻀﺤﻙ ﻓﻲ ﺼﺒﺎﻩ
ِ
)ﻫﺎﻤﺎﻥ( ﻴﺒﻜﻲ ﻴﺎ ﺭﻓﺎﻕ.. ﻓﻬﻠﻠﻭﺍ!!
ﱢ ﹸ
ﻭﺍﻟﺘﻴﻥ.. ﻭﺍﻟﺯﻴﺘﻭﻥ ﻓﻲ ﻤﻨﻔﻲ ﻋﻼﻩ
ﻓﻤﺘﻲ ﺩﻤﺎﺅﻨﺎ.. ﺴﺘﺼﺭﺥ ﺒﺎﻟﻭﺭﻴﺩ؟!
ﹸ
ﺜﻠﺞ ﺍﻟﺸﻤﺎﻟﻴﻴﻥ ﻴﺯﺤﻑ ﻤﻥ ﺠﺩﻴﺩ
ﹸ
ﻭﺍﻟﻨﺎﺭ ﺘﺸﻌل ﺒﺎﻟﻤﻜﻭﺱ.. ﻟﻤﻥ ﺘﺭﻴﺩ!!
ِ ﹸ ُ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﻤﺤﺒﻭﺒﺘﻲ ﻓﻭﻕ ﺍﻟﻨﻭﺍﻓﺫ ﺍﺴﻤﻬﺎ
ِ
ﻭﻏﺩﺍ ﺴﺄﺴﺭﻕ ﺨﺼﻠﺔ ﻤﻥ ﺸﻌﺭﻫﺎ
ﹸ ﹸ ﹰ
ﻤﻥ ﻴﻌﺭﻑ ﺍﻹﺼﺒﺎﺡ ﻤﻥ؟!
ﻤﺤﺒﻭﺒﺘﻲ ﻓﻭﻕ ﺍﻟﻨﻭﺍﻓﺫ.. ﻁﻴﻔﻬﺎ..
ِ
ﻤﻥ ﺫﺍ ﺴﻴﺤﻜﻲ ﻗﺼﺘﻲ؟!
ﻤﻥ ﻴﻌﺭﻑ ﺍﻹﺼﺒﺎﺡ ﻤﻥ؟!
ﻤﺤﺒﻭﺒﺘﻲ
ﺃﺸﺘﻡ ﺭﺍﺌﺤﺔ ﺍﻟﺒﻴﻭﺕ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺘﻜﻴﻨﺔ ﻓﻲ ﺤﻭﺍﺭﻴﻬﺎ
ِ ِ ﹶ
ﺃﺸﺘﺎﻕ ﻟﻠﺼﻔﺼﺎﻑ،
ِ ﹾ ﹸ
ﻟﻠﻜﺎﻓﻭﺭ،
ِ
ﻟﻸﻁﻴﺎﺭ.. ﻓﻲ ﻤﺭﻤﻲ ﺴﻭﺍﻗﻴﻬﺎ
ِ
ﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﻴﺸﺎﻁﺭﻨﻲ ﻟﻅﻲ ﻤﺤﺒﻭﺒﺘﻲ
- ٧١ -
- 19. ﺃﺸﺘﻡ ﻨﺭﺠﺴﺔ ﺘﻤﺭ ﻋﻠﻲ ﺃﺩﻴﻡ ﺍﻟﺩﺭﺝ
ِ ِ ﹰ
ﻜﻡ ﻨﺎﻤﺕ ﻫﻨﺎ
ﺘﻠﻬﻭ ﺠﻭﺍﺭﻴﻬﺎ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﺒﺭﺩ ﺍﻟﺸﺘﺎﺀ ﻴﺠﻭﺱ ﺒﻴﻥ ﻤﻼﻤﺤﻲ
ﱢ ِ
ﻻ ﻟﻠﻘﻤﻴﺹ.. ﻤﺨﺎﻭﻑ
ﹲ ِ
ﻻ ﻟﻠﻜﺘﺎﺏ.. ﻫﻭﺍﻤﺵ
ﹲ ِ
ﺒﻴﻥ ﺍﻟﺴﻁﻭﺭ.. ﺴﺄﻜﺘﺏ ﺍﻵﻥ.. ﺍﺭﺘﺤﺎﻟﻲ
ِ
ﻟﻠﻭﻁﻥ
ﻭﺴﺄﺫﺒﺢ ﺍﻷﺸﻌﺎﺭ.. ﻗﺭﺒﺎﻨﺎ
ﹰ
ﺒﺄﺒﻭﺍﺏ ﺍﻟﻤﺤﻥ
ِ ِ
ﻓﺭ ﺍﻟﺩﺠﻲ
ﻭﺩﺨﻠﺕ ﺒﺎﻷﺤﻼﻡ.. ﻓﺼﻠﻲ
ِ ﹸ
ﻟﻡ ﺃﺤﻥ ﻟﻐﻴﺭ ﺃﺩﺭﺍﺠﻲ
ِ ْ
ﻓﻔﻴﻬﺎ ﻜل ﺃﺤﺯﺍﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺘﻠﻬﻭ ﺒﺩﺍﺨﻠﻬﺎ..
ﱡ
ﺘﺸﺎﻁﺭﻨﻲ ﻭﺘﺒﻌﺙ ﻟﻲ ﺒﻘﺎﻴﺎ – ﻤﻥ ﺒﻘﺎﻴﺎ –
ﹸ
ﺇﺭﺙ ﺃﺭﻏﻔﺔ ﺍﻟﺸﻤﺎﻟﻴﻴﻥ ﺩﻭﻤﺎ
ﹰ ِ ﱢ
ﺭﺒﻤﺎ ﺒﻴﻥ ﺍﻨﺘﻤﺎﺌﻲ.. ﻭﺍﻟﻬﺭﻭﺏ..
ِ
ﻤﻌﺎﺒﺭ ُ ﻋﺎﺸﺕ ﻫﻨﺎ
ﹾ
ﻤﺭ ﺍﻨﺘﻅﺎﺭﻱ ﻟﻠﺭﻭﺍﺡ.. ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺘﺠﻴﺭ ﻭﻟﻠﺨﻁﺎ
ِ
ﻟﻭ ﻜﺎﻥ ﻴﻬﻤﻲ ﻓﻭﻕ ﺃﻜﺘﺎﻓﻲ ﺼﺒﺎﺡ
ﻟﻠﻌﺼﺎﻓﻴﺭ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻅﻠﺕ ﺘﻌﺎﻨﻕ ﻓﻲ ﺴﻨﺎﺒﻠﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﻤﻬﻴﻀﺔ..
ِ ﹸ ِ
ﺤﺯﻨﻬﺎ؛
ﻟﺘﻤﺨﻀﺕ ﺃﻓﺭﺍﺤﻨﺎ
ﱠ ﹾ
ﺃﺘﺫﻜﺭ ﺍﻟﺤﻘل..
َ ﱠ
ﺍﻟﺤﻭﺍﺩﻴﺕ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻨﺎﻤﺕ ﺒﺭﻭﻀﺘﻨﺎ
ﹾ ِ
- ٨١ -
- 20. ﺘﻌﻴﺩ ﺍﻟﻭﻗﺕ ﻟﻲ
ﹶ ﹸ
ﻫل ﻻ ﺘﺭﻴﺩ ﺍﻟﻤﺠﺩ ﻟﻲ؟!
ﺒﺩﺀﺍ ﺠﺩﻴﺩﺍ ﻻﻨﻔﻼﺘﻲ ﻟﻴﺱ ﺇﻻ..
ﹰ ﹰ
ﻟﻴﺱ ﻟﻠﻨﺎﻁﻭﺭ.. ﻋﻬﺩ
ِ
ﻏﻴﺭ ﻋﻬﺩﻱ ﻴﺎ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺎﺡ
ِ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﺍﻵﻥ ﺘﻨﻔﺠﺭ ﺍﻟﺠﺭﺍﺡ
ﻻ ﺘﻁﻔﺌﻭﺍ ﺸﻤﻊ ﺍﻟﺤﻨﻴﻥ.. ﻓﻠﻠﻅﻲ
ِ ﱢ
ﻴﻨﺒﻭﻉ ﺼﺤﻭ ﺒﺎﻟﺜﻘﺎﺏ
ٍ ﱢ
ﻻ ﺘﻤﻨﺤﻭﺍ ﻟﻠﻁﻴﺭ.. ﺃﻭﺩﻴﺔ ﺍﻟﺴﺭﺍﺏ
ِ
ﻓﺭ ﺍﻟﺩﺠﻲ
ﻭﺃﻨﺎ ﻫﻨﺎ ﺴﺄﺼﻌﺩ ﺍﻟﺘﻭﺕ ﺍﻟﻨﺤﻴل..
َ ﹶ
ﺒﺸﻬﻭﺓ ﺍﻟﺘﺭﺤﺎل ﻭﺤﺩﻱ
ِ ِ
ﻟﻴﺱ ﺇﻻ ﺸﻬﻭﺓ ﺤﺫﻭ ﺍﻟﺒﻘﺎﺀ
ﹰ
ﻭﺃﻨﺎ ﻫﻨﺎﻙ ﻋﻠﻲ ﻤﻭﺍﺠﻴﺩ ﺍﻟﺭﺠﺎﺀ
ِ
ﺘﻨﺄﻱ ﺍﻟﻤﺩﺍﺌﻥ..
ﺃﺭﻗﺏ ﺍﻵﻥ ﺍﻨﺒﻼﺠﻲ
ﻻﺸﺘﻴﺎﻗﻲ ﺩﻑﺀ ﺃﺭﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﺍﻟﺫﺒﻴﺤﺔ..
ﱠ ِ ِ
ﻻﺸﺘﻴﺎﻗﻲ ﻤﻨﺯﻟﻲ
ﻫﺎ.. ﻤﻨﺯﻟﻲ
ﺩﻭﻤﺎ ﻴﺸﺎﺭﻜﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻴﻘﻴﻥ..
ﹰ
- ﻋﻠﻲ ﺍﻟﺠﻭﺍﺭ – ﻤﺭﺍﺒﻁﺎ ﻋﻨﺩ ﺍﻟﺨﺒﺎﺀ ﻭﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺎﺀ ﺍﻟﺨﺎﻤل
ِ ﹰ ِ
ﺃﻟﺘﺎﻉ ﺨﺸﻴﺔ ﻫﺅﻻﺀ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﺩﻤﻴﻥ.. ﻟﻤﻨﺯﻟﻲ
ﹶ
ﺃﻟﺘﺎﻉ ﻤﻥ ﻟﻐﺔ ﻏﺭﻴﺒﺔ
ﹾ ٍ
ﺃﻟﺘﺎﻉ ﻤﻥ ﺫﺒﺢ ﺍﻟﺤﻔﺎﻭﺓ ﺒﺎﻟﺨﻴﺎﻨﺔ..
ِ ِ ِ
ﻋﻨﺩ )ﻁﻴﺒﺔ(
ﹾ
- ٩١ -
- 21. ﻭﺃﺒﻲ – ﻜﻤﺎ ﺍﻷﻴﺎﻡ – ﻴﺴﺒﺢ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻜﺭﻱ
ﻟﻡ ﻴﻨﺘﺒﻪ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﺃﻤﻲ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻋﻠﻲ ﺍﻟﻁﺭﻗﺎﺕ ﺘﻠﻔﻅ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﺎﻴﺎ
ِ ﹸ ُ
ﻭﺤﺩﻫﺎ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﺍﺴﺘﻐﺎﺜﺕ ﺒﺎﻟﻴﺒﺎﺏ
ﹾ
ﺃﻤﻲ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺠﺎﺀﺕ ﻤﺤﻤﻠﺔ
ﹰ ُ
ﻭﻓﻭﻕ ﺃﻋﻨﺎﻕ ﺍﻷﺴﻲ..
ِ
ﺠﺒل ﻤﻥ ﺍﻟﻘﺵ ﺍﻷﺴﺎﻁﻴﺭﻱ
ﱢ ٌ
ﻭﻓﻲ ﻴﺩﻴﻬﺎ )ﻓﻭﻟﻨﺎ( ﺍﻟﻤﻌﺒﺄ ﺒﺎﻟﻐﻴﺎﺏ
ُ
ﻭﺃﺒﻲ - ﻜﻤﺎ ﺍﻷﻴﺎﻡ - ﻴﺴﺒﺢ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻜﺭﻱ
ﻟﻡ ﻴﻨﺘﺒﻪ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﺍﺴﺘﺩﺍﺭﺕ ﺤﻭﻟﻪ..
ﹾ
ﺘﻠﻙ ﺍﻟﺫﺌﺎﺏ
ﱠ
ﻏﻴﻅﺎ ﺃﻋﺽ ﺃﺼﺎﺒﻌﻲ
ﹰ
ﻜل ﺍﻟﻬﻭﺍﺠﺱ.. ﻋﺎﻨﻘﺕ
ﹾ ِ ﱡ
ﺫﻜﺭﻱ ﻀﻴﺎﻋﻲ ﻓﻲ ﻤﻤﺭﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﺸﻌﺎﺏ
ِ ﱢ
ﻭﺃﻨﺎ ﻫﻨﺎ
ﻭﺤﺩﻱ ﻟﻴﺩﺭﻜﻨﻲ ﺍﻨﺘﻅﺎﺭﻱ ﻟﻠﻤﺸﻴﺏ..
ِ
ﻓﻲ ﺒﻭﺍﻜﻴﺭ ﺍﻹﻴﺎﺏ!!
ِ
- ٠٢ -
- 22. ﺍﻟﻤﻬﺭﺝ.. ﻻ ﻴﺴﺘﻁﻴﻊ ﺍﻟﻀﺤﻙ
ﻤﻥ ﻋﺒﺭﻭﺍ
ﻭﻨﺴﻭﺍ ﻋﻨﺩ ﻨﻘﺎﻁ ﺍﻟﺘﻔﺘﻴﺵ..
ِ ِ
ﻤﺒﺎﻫﺠﻬﻡ
ﻟﻡ ﻴﻜﺘﺸﻔﻭﺍ ﺇﻨﺴﺎﻨﻴﺔ )ﺩﺍﺭﻭﻴﻥ(
ﹶ
ﺃﻭ ﺃﺯﻟﻴﺔ ﻓﻭﻀﻲ ﺍﻹﻨﺴﺎﻥ
ﹶ
ﻻﺯﺍﻟﺕ ﻟﻜﺯﺓ ﺫﺍﻙ ﺍﻟﺘﻨﻴﻥ
ِ ﹸ
ﺍﻟﺒﻭﻟﻴﺴﻲ..
ﻨﺸﻴﺠﺎ،
ﹰ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﻴﻔﺎﺠﺌﻬﻡ ﺴﻴﻑ ﺍﻟﺴﺠﺎﻥ
ﹸ
ﺜﻤﺔ ﺸﺨﺹ ﺁﺨﺭ..
ﹶ
ﺴﺭﻴﺎﻟﻲ
ﻴﻬﺭﺏ ﻤﻥ ﺒﻴﻥ ﺴﺭﺍﺩﻴﺏ
ِ
ﺍﻟﻼﻤﻌﻘﻭل..
ِ
ﻟﻤﺨﺒﺄﻫﻡ
ﻟﺤﻅﺔ ﺘﺄﺒﻴﻥ ﺍﻟﻬﺫﻴﺎﻥ
ِ ﹶ
ﻭﺍﻟﺼﻭﻓﻴﻭﻥ / ﺍﻟﻨﺜﺭﻴﻭﻥ ﻫﻨﺎ
ﺫﺍﻗﻭﺍ ﺨﻤﺭ ﺍﻟﻤﻌﺭﺍﺝ..
ِ
ﻭﻤﻥ ﺃﺒﻭﺍﺏ ﺍﻟﻐﻴﺒﻭﺒﺔ...
ِ ِ
ﺩﻟﻔﻭﺍ ﻋﺩﺓ ﻤﺭﺍﺕ
ٍ ﹶ
ﻭﺍﺤﺩﺓ :
ﹰ
ﻟﻴﻠﺔ ﻗﺘل )ﺍﻟﺤﻼﺝ(
ﱠِ ﹶ ِ
ﻭﻭﺍﺤﺩﺓ :
ﹰ
ﻋﻨﺩ ﻅﻬﻭﺭ ﺍﻟﺘﺜﻭﻴﺭ ﺍﻟﻠﻐﻭﻱ
ِ ﱠ ِ ﱠ
ﻤﺼﺒﻭﻏﺎ ﺒﺄﺴﺎﺭﻴﺭ ﺍﻟﻭﺠﺩﺍﻥ
ِ ﹰ
ﻭﻋﻠﻲ ﺤﺠﺭ ﺒﺎﺯﻟﺘﻲ
ِ
- ١٢ -
- 23. ﻓﻲ ﺼﻭﻤﻌﺔ ﺃﺤﺩﻫﻡ
ِ
ﻭﺠﺩﻭﺍ ﺇﺭﻫﺎﺼﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻜﻬﺎﻥ
ِ ﹸ
ﻋﺒﺭﻭﺍ
ﻓﺄﻨﺎ ﻟﻡ ﺃﻋﺒﺭ ﻭﺤﺩﻱ
ﻜﻨﺕ ﺤﺩﺍﺜﻴﺎ / ﺴﻭﻓﺴﻁﺎﺌﻴﺎ
ﹰ ﹰ ﹸ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﺃﺤﻁﻡ ﺃﻏﻼﻟﻲ،
ﱢ
ﺃﺩﺨل ﻤﻥ ﺜﻐﺭ ﻨﺼﻭﺼﻲ،
ِ ُ
ﺃﺨﺭﺝ ﻤﻥ ﺩﺒﺭ ﺍﻷﻭﺯﺍﻥ
ِ
ﻭﻟﻜﻲ ﺃﻫﺭﺏ ﻤﻥ ﻭﻴﻼﺕ
ِ
ﺍﻟﻤﻨﻔﻲ / ﻟﻠﻤﻨﻔﻲ
ﻓﻌﻤﻠﺕ ﻤﻬﺭﺝ ﺴْﺭﻙ
ﹸ ٍ ِ
ﺃﺫﻜﺭ ﺤﻴﻥ ﺘﺄﺠﺠﺕ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺭ..
ﹸ ﱠ
ﺒﻬﻨﺩﺍﻤﻲ
ﻜﻨﺕ ﺃﻨﺎ
ﹸ
ﺁﺨﺭ ﺠﺫﻭﺓ ﻓﺭﺡ
ِ ٍ
ﺘﻀﺤﻙ ﻤﻥ ﺃﺠل ﻋﺠﻭﺯ ﺸﻤﻁﺎﺀ
ٍ ٍ ِ
ﻜﺎﻨﺕ ﺘﺒﻜﻲ ﻓﻭﻕ ﻀﻔﺎﻑ
ِ
)ﺍﻟﺘﺎﻴﻤﺯ(
ِ
ﻓﺂﻩ.. ﻴﺎ ﺃﺴﻤﺎﻟﻲ
ٍ
ﻴﺎ ﻏﺭﺒﺔ / ﻏﺭﺒﺘﻨﺎ
ﹶ
ﻴﺎ ﺜﻭﺏ ﺍﻟﻌﺼﻴﺎﻥ
ﺃﺤﻴﺎﻨﺎ
ﹰ
ﻜﻨﺕ ﺃﺼﻴﺏ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻤﺔ
ﹶ ﹸَ
)ﺒﺎﻟﻬﺴﺘﺭﻴﺎ(
ﺭﻏﻡ ﺍﻟﻤﺭ ﺍﻟﻤﺸﺘﻌل..
ِ
ﺒﺒﺌﺭ ﺍﻷﺤﺯﺍﻥ
ِ
- ٢٢ -
- 24. ﻗﺩﺭﻱ ﺃﻥ ﺃﺼﺒﺢ
ﻤﻥ ﺭﻫﻁ ﺍﻟﺸﻌﺭﺍﺀ ﺍﻟﺜﻜﻠﻲ
ِﱡ ِ ﱠ
ﻓﻲ ﺤﻀﺭﺓ ﻏﺎﻨﻴﺔ
ٍ ِ
- ﻤﻥ ﻤﻤﻠﻜﺔ ﺍﻟﻐﺠﺭ –
ِ ِ
ﻨﺩﻴﻡ ﺍﻟﺴﺤﺭﺓ ﻭﺍﻟﺠﺎﻥ
ِ ِ
ﻓﻠﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﺘﺄﺒﻭﻥ ﻗﺭﺍﺒﻴﻨﻲ؟!
ﺃﻟﻜﻭﻨﻲ ﺃﺤﻤل ﻓﻲ ﻜﻔﻲ ﺠﻭﺍﺯﺍ
ﹰ ﱠ ُ
ﺇﻓﺭﻨﺠﻴﺎ
ﹰ
ﻭﻤﺭﺭﺕ ﺒﺄﻗﻁﺎﺭ ﺍﻟﻨﻬﻀﺔ
ِ ِ ﹸ
- ﺴﻬﻭﺍ –
ﹰ
ﻋﻨﺩ ﺘﺨﻭﻡ ﺍﻟﻨﺴﻴﺎﻥ؟!
ِ
ﺁﻩ.. ﻫﺎ.. ﻟﻜﻨﺔ ﺃﻭﺠﺎﻋﻲ
ﹸ ٍ
ﻋﺎﺩﺕ
ﹾ
ﻫﺎ ﻗﺒﻌﺘﻲ / ﺃﻨﺴﺠﺘﻲ
ﻤﻥ ﺃﺠل ﻤﺤﺒﺘﻜﻡ
ِ
ﺘﺸﺘﺎﻕ ﺍﻷﻭﻁﺎﻥ
ﹸ
- ٣٢ -
- 25. ﻫﻨﺩ ﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻫﻨﺩ!!
ِﹾ ِﹾ
ﺼﻨﺩﻭﻕ ﺍﻟﺩﻨﻴﺎ
ﹸ
ﻴﺎ ﺩﻨﻴﺎ
ﺨﺒﺄ ﻤﻥ ﺃﺴﺭﺍﺭ.. ﺍﻟﻐﺎﺒﺎﺕ.. ﻋﺭﻴﻨﺎ ﻟﻸﺴﺩ
ﹰ ُ ِ ِ
ﻴﺤﻜﻲ ﻟﻠﻌﺎﻟﻡ..
ِ
ﺭﺤﻠﺔ ﺒﻨﺕ ﻜﺎﻨﺕ )ﻫﻨﺩ(
ﹶ ٍ
ﻤﻥ ﻴﺘﺫﻜﺭ :
ﱠ
ﻀﺤﻜﺘﻬﺎ،
ﺭﻗﺘﻬﺎ،
ﱠ
ﻤﻘﻠﺘﻬﺎ ﻭﻗﺕ ﺍﻟﻬﺯل.. ﻭﻭﻗﺕ ﺍﻟﺠﺩ
ِ
ﻫﻨﺩ ﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻫﻨﺩ
ﻜﻡ ﻜﺎﻥ ﺤﺩﺍﺀ ﺍﻹﺒل.. ﺍﻟﻌﺭﺒﻴﺔ..
ِ ِ
ﻴﻌﺸﻕ ﻓﻴﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺨﺠل ﺍﻟﻔﺎﺭﺵ
ﹸ ُ ﹸ
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻌﻴﻨﻴﻥ..
ِ
ﻭﻴﻌﺸﻕ ﻓﻴﻬﺎ ﻨﺒﺽ ﺤﻴﺎﺀ ﺍﻟﻨﻬﺭ ﺍﻟﻘﺯﺤﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﻤﺘﺩ
ْ ِ ِ ﹸ
ﻜﻡ ﻜﻨﺎ ﻨﺴﻤﻊ ﺩﻑﺀ ﺤﻜﺎﻴﺘﻬﺎ
ﱠ
ﻓﻲ )ﺴﻭﻕ ﻋﻜﺎﻅ(
ِ ٍ
ﻨﺴﻤﻊ ﺭﻨﺔ ﺨﻠﺨﺎل ﺒﺩﻭﻱ
ٍ ﱠﹶ
ﻴﺤﻤﻠﻪ ﺍﻟﺘﺠﺎﺭ )ﺍﻟﻜﻨﻌﺎﻨﻴﻭﻥ( ..
ﱡ
ﻷﺴﻭﺍﻕ )ﺍﻟﺼﻴﻥ(..
ِ ِ
ﻭﻴﺤﻤﻠﻪ )ﺍﻵﺸﻭﺭﻴﻭﻥ(..
ﻷﺴﻭﺍﻕ )ﺍﻟﺴﻨﺩ(
ِ
ﻓﺎﻟﻠﻴل.. ﻋﻠﻲ ﺭﺒﻭﺓ )ﻏﺭﻨﺎﻁﺔ(
ﹶ ِ ِ ُ
ﻴﻌﺸﻕ.. ﺃﻁﻴﺎﺭﺍ ﻭﺨﻴﻭﻻ
ﹰ ﹰ ﹸ
ﻜﺎﻨﺕ ﻻ ﺘﺨﺸﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﻴﺩ
ﻫﻨﺩ ﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻫﻨﺩ!!
- ٤٢ -
- 26. ﺒﺎﻋﺕ ﺤﺘﻲ ﺍﻟﻨﻬﺩﻴﻥ ﺍﻟﺭﺠﺭﺍﺠﻴﻥ..
ِ ِ
ﻭﺒﺎﻋﺕ ﺼﺒﻭﺘﻬﺎ
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺤﺎﻨﺎﺕ
ِ
ﻭﺘﺭﺘﻌﺩ ﻓﺭﺍﺌﺼﻬﺎ
ﻤﻥ ﺨﺸﺨﺸﺔ ﺍﻟﺯﻨﺩ
ِ
ﻀﺒﻁﻭﻫﺎ
ﺁﺨﺭ ﻴﻭﻡ
ٍ
ﻓﻲ )ﺍﺸﺒﻴﻠﻴﺔ(.. ﻋﺎﺭﻴﺔ
ﹰ ِ ﹶ
ﻴﺼﺤﺒﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺠﻨﺩ
ﺁﻩ.. ﻴﺎ ﺤﺭﻑ ﺍﻟﻨﻭﺭ ﺍﻟﻀﺎﺌﻊ..
ﹶ ﱡ ِ ٍ
ﻓﻲ ﻗﺎﻤﻭﺱ ﺍﻟﻤﺠﻬﻭل
ِ ِ
ﻭﺁﻩ.. ﻴﺎ ﺘﻨﻜﻴﺱ ﺍﻟﺭﺍﻴﺎﺕ..
ِ ٍ
ﻭﺁﻩ.. ﻴﺎ ﺼﺭﺨﺔ ﻫﻨﺩ
ﹶ ٍ
ﻓﺎﻟﻌﻭﻟﻤﺔ.. ﺘﻤﺯﻕ ﻨﺨﻭﺘﻬﺎ
ﹸ ﹸ
ﺘﺠﺘﺎﺡ.. ﺸﺭﺍﻴﻴﻥ ﺍﻟﻌﺘﻕ / ﺍﻟﺼﺤﻭ
ِ ِ
ﻭﺘﻘﺘﻠﻊ ﺍﻟﻌﻅﻡ / ﺍﻟﺠﻠﺩ
ِ ﹾ
ﻓﺎﻟﻨﺩ ﻫﻭ ﺍﻟﻤﺩ ..
ﱠ
ﻋﻠﻲ ﺸﻁﺂﻥ )ﺍﻟﻤﻐﺭﺏ(..
ِ ِ
ﻭﻀﻠﻭﻋﻲ ﻨﻔﺱ ﻀﻠﻭﻋﻲ
ِ
ﻭﺍﻟﻴﻡ ﺒﺤﺫﻭ ﻴﻤﻴﻨﻲ
ِ
ﻭﺍﻟﻤﻭﺕ ﺃﻤﺎﻤﻲ
ﹸ
ﻴﺸﻌل ﻨﻭﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﻤﺩ
ُ ِ
ْ
ﻫﻨﺩ ﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻫﻨﺩ
ﺘﺸﺭﺏ ﻤﺎ ﺘﺸﺭﺏ ﻤﻥ ﺘﺭﺤﺎﻟﻲ
ﻤﻥ ﻤﺭﻱ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺯﻑ، ﻤﻥ ﺃﺸﻼﺌﻲ
ِ
ﺘﺸﺭﺏ ﻤﺎ ﺘﺸﺭﺏ ﻤﻥ ﺼﺭﺨﺔ )ﻗﺩﺴﻲ(
ِ ﹸ
- ٥٢ -
- 27. ﺘﺸﺭﺏ ﺤﺘﻲ ﺘﺭﻨﻴﻡ )ﺍﻟﻤﻬﺩ(
ﻫﻨﺩ ﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻫﻨﺩ
ﺘﺸﺭﺏ ﻓﻲ ﻜل ﻤﺴﺎﺀ
ٍ ﱢ
ﻜﺄﺴﺎ ﻟﻠﺒﻭﺭﻨﻭ / ﻟﻺﺴﺘﻨﺴﺎﺥ
ِ ﹰ
ﻭﺘﺭﻫﻥ ﺃﺴﻤﺎل ﺍﻟﺠﺩ
َ
ْ
ﺘﺸﺭﺏ ﺫﺍﻜﺭﺓ ﺍﻷﺭﺽ / ﺜﻤﺎﻟﺔ ﺒﻴﺕ ﺍﻟﻤـــﺎل
ِ ﹶ ِ ِ ﹶ
ﻭﺘﺸﺭﺏ ﻤﻥ ﻜﺄﺱ ﺍﻹﻨﺘﺭﻨﻴﺕ/ ﺍﻟﺠﺎﺴﻭﺱ ﺍﻹﻓﺭﻨﺠﻲ
ِ ِ ِ
ﻭﺘﺸﺭﺏ ﻤﻥ ﻜﺄﺱ ﺍﻟﺤﺎﺴﻭﺏ ﺍﻟﺼﻠﺩ
ِ ِ
ﻫﻨﺩ ُ ﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻫﻨﺩ!!
ﻭ)ﺍﺒﻥ ﺯﻴﺎﺩ( ﻓﻲ )ﻤﺤﻜﻤﺔ ﺍﻟﺘﻔﺘﻴﺵ(
ِ ﱠ ِ ٍ
ﺍﻟﻤﺎﺴﻭﻨﻴﺔ..
ِ
ﻴﺴﺘﺠﻭﺏ ﻗﺒل ﺍﻟﺠﻠﺩ ﻭﺒﻌﺩ ﺍﻟﺠﻠﺩ
ﹾ ِ ﹾ ِ
ﻭﺍﻟﻌﻤﺭ ﻫﻭ ﺍﻟﻌﻤﺭ..
ﻏﺭﻴﺏ
ﻓﻲ ﻫﻭﺩﺠﻬﺎ
ﻴﺘﺤﻠﻲ ﺒﺎﻟﻔﺭﺤﺔ..
ِ ﱠ
ﻴﺘﺨﻀﺏ ﺒﺎﻟﺯﻫﺩ
ﻴﺎ ﺼﺤﺭﺍﺌﻲ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺌﻤﺔ..
ﹶ
ﻟﻤﻥ ﻫﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﺩﺭﻉ؟
ﻟﻤﻥ ﻫﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﺴﻴﻑ؟!
ﹸ
ﻟﻤﻥ ﻫﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﻐﻤﺩ؟!
ﻓﺤﺠﺎﺒﻙ ﻟﻴﺱ ﻏﺭﻴﺒﺎ ﻋﻨﻲ
ﹰ ﱢ ِ
ﻟﻴﺱ ﺒﻌﻴﺩﺍ ﻋﻨﻲ
ﹰ ﱢ
ﻓﺎﻨﺘﻅﺭﻱ )ﺃﻨﺩﻟﺴﺎ( ﺃﺨﺭﻱ
ﹰ
ﺘﺒﺘﻌﺙ ﺍﻟﻤﺠﺩ!!
ﹸ
- ٦٢ -
- 28. ﻟﻡ ﺘﻜﻥ ﺒﻼﺩﺍ ﻏﻴﺭ ﺒﻼﺩﻱ
ﹰ
ﻭﻁﻨﻲ ﻟﻡ ﻴﻜﻥ ﻭﻁﻨﻲ
ﻜﺎﻥ ﻜﻬﻼ ﻴﺒﻴﻊ ﺍﻟﺨﺭﺍﻓﺔ
ﹶ ﹰ
- ﺨﺒﺯ ﺍﻟﺨﺭﺍﻓﺔ -
ِ
ﻟﻠﻌﺎﺒﺭﻴﻥ
ﻭﻻ ﻴﺴﺘﺤﻲ ﺃﻥ ﻴﻼﺤﻕ ﻋﺭﻱ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺎﺒﺔ
ِ ﹶ
ﺃﻭ ﻴﻌﺸﻕ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺩﻟﺔ
ﹾ ﹸ
ﻭﻁﻨﻲ ﻴﺸﺭﺏ ﺍﻟﻘﻬﻭﺓ،
ﹶ
ﺍﻻﻨﻜﺴﺎﺭﺍﺕ.. ﺒﺎﺭﺩﺓ
ﹰ ِ
ﻭﻴﺸﺎﺭﻜﻨﻲ
ﻓﻲ ﺍﺤﺘﻼل ﻤﺴﺎﺀﺍﺕ
ِ ِ
ﻜل ﺍﻟﻤﻘﺎﻫﻲ
ﱢ
ﻴﻜﺫﺒﻨﻲ
ﱢ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﻴﺼﺭﺥ ﻨﺭﺩﻱ
ﹸ
ﻋﻠﻲ ﺍﻟﻁﺎﻭﻟﺔ
ﹾ
ﻴﻤﻀﻎ ﺍﻟﻌﺘﻕ / ﺭﻴﻕ ﺍﻟﻤﺭﻭﺀﺓ
ِ ﹶ ﹶ ﹸ
ﻴﻠﻔﻅﻨﻲ،
ﻴﺴﻠﺏ ﺍﻟﺒﻭﺡ ﻤﻨﻲ،
ﱢ
ﻴﺴﺎﻭﻡ ﻓﻲ ﺃﻀﻠﻌﻲ
ﺴﺎﻋﺘﻲ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻁﻠﺔ
ﹾ
ﻅل ﻴﻨﻜﺭ ﺨﺎﺭﻁﺘﻲ
ﱠ
ﻅل ﻴﺼﺤﺒﻨﻲ ﻟﻠﻤﻭﺍﺨﻴﺭ،
ِ ﱠ
ﻟﻠﺤﻔﻼﺕ )ﺍﻟﺘﻨﻜﺭﻴﺔ( ﻟﻴﻼ
ِ ﱠ ِﹰ
ﻴﺤﻴﻙ ﺍﻟﻤﺯﺍﺩﺍﺕ..
ِ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﺘﺄﺘﻴﻨﺎ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﻓﻠﺔ
ﹾ
ﺜﻡ ﻴﻬﻤﺱ ﻓﻲ ﺃﺫﻨﻲ
- ٧٢ -
- 29. ﺇﻨﻨﺎ ﺨﺎﺴﺭﻭﻥ ﺍﻟﺘﺨﻭﻡ،
ﱡ ﱠ
ﺍﻟﻤﻭﺍﺠﻴﺩ،
ﺇﻥ ﻟﻡ ﻨﻌﺎﻭﺩ – ﻫﻨﺎ -
ﺍﻻﻨﺘﺤﺎﺭ ﺃﻤﺎﻡ ﺍﻟﺤﺎﻓﻠﺔ
ﹾ
ﻴﺎ ﺇﻟﻬﻲ..
ﻟﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﺯﺭﻋﺕ ﺒﻘﻠﺒﻲ ﺍﻟﺤﻘﻴﻘﺔ..؟!
ﹶ
ﺃﻟﻘﻴﺘﻨﻲ
ﻓﻲ ﻁﻭﺍﺒﻴﺭ ﺫﺍﻙ ﺍﻟﺼﺭﺍﻉ..
ِ ِ
ﻭﻟﻡ ﺘﺭﺠﺊ ﺍﻵﻥ ﺴﻴﻑ ﺍﻟﻤﻭﺍﻗﻴﺕ،
ِ ﹶ َ
ﻓﻠﺴﻔﺘﻲ،
ﺩﻤﻌﺘﻲ ﺍﻟﺫﺍﺒﻠﺔ!!
ﱠ ﹾ
ﻟﻡ ﺘﻜﻥ ﻟﻲ ﺒﻼﺩ ﺘﻐﺭﺩ..
ﻏﻴﺭ ﺒﻼﺩﻱ
ﺍﻟﺸﻭﺍﺭﻉ،
ﻨﺎﻓﺫﺘﻲ،
ﻨﻔﺱ ﺃﻋﻤﺩﺓ ﺍﻟﻜﻬﺭﺒﺎﺀ،ﺍﻟﻘﺭﻱ ﺍﻟﻤﻬﻤﻠﺔ
ﹾ ِ ِ
ﻟﻡ ﺘﻜﻥ ﻟﻲ ﺒﻼﺩ ﺘﻐﺭﺩ..
ﻏﻴﺭ ﺒﻼﺩﻱ
ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺸﻘﺎﺕ،
ﹸ
ﺒﻨﺎﻴﺎﺕ ﺤﻠﻡ ﻭﺌﻴﺩ،
ﹸ ٍ ٍ
ﻨﺒﺎﺡ ﺍﻟﺤﻭﺍﺩﻴﺕ..
ِ
ﺴﺭﺏ ﺍﻷﻭﺯ ﺍﻟﻤﻼﺌﻜﻲ
ﻋﻠﻲ ﺼﻔﺤﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺠﺩﺍﻭل..
ِ ِ
ﻤﺩﺭﺴﺘﻲ،
ﻭﺠﻪ ﻤﺤﺒﻭﺒﺘﻲ،
ﻟﻤﺔ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺌﻠﺔ
ﹾ ﹸ
- ٨٢ -
- 30. ﻟﻡ ﺘﻜﻥ ﻟﻲ ﺒﻼﺩ ﺘﻐﺭﺩ.. ﻏﻴﺭ ﺒﻼﺩﻱ
ﺘﺒﺭﺭ ﻟﻲ ﺍﻹﻨﺘﻤﺎﺀ..
ﺇﺫﺍ ﻋﺎﻭﺩﺘﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﺤﻥ، ﺍﻟﺫﻜﺭﻴﺎﺕ،
ﹸ
ﺸﺠﻴﺭﺍﺕ ﺘﻠﻙ ﺍﻟﺭﺅﻱ ﺍﻟﻤﺎﺌﻠﺔ
ﹾ ﹸ
ﺭﺒﻤﺎ
ﺘﺩﻫﻡ ﺍﻷﻤﻨﻴﺎﺕ،
ﹸ
ﺃﺭﺍﺠﻴﺯ ﻋﺸﻕ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﺎﺌﺩ
ِ ِ
ﻓﻲ ﻤﻬﺩﻫﺎ
ﺭﺒﻤﺎ
ﺘﻁﻠﻕ ﺘﺭﺘﻴل ﺃﻴﻘﻭﻨﺘﻲ
َ ﹸ
ﻟﻠﻜﻭﺍﺒﻴﺱ
ِ
ﺘﺨﺸﻲ ﺤﺼﺎﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﻘﻴﺩ.. ﻓﻲ ﺨﻭﻓﻪ
ﺘﻁﻤﺱ.. ﺍﻟﺩﻤﻊ
ﻓﻲ ﺼﻠﻭﺍﺕ ﺃﺒﻲ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﻓﻠﺔ
ﱠ ﹾ ِ
ﺇﻴﻪ ﻴﺎ ﻤﻭﻁﻨﻲ!!
ِ
ﺭﺒﻤﺎ ﻜﺘﺒﻲ ﻻ ﺘﺜﻭﺭ ﻋﻠﻲ..
ﹸ
ﺍﻋﺘﺴﺎﻓﺎ ﻟﺼﺩ ﺍﻟﺤﻀﺎﺭﺍﺕ
ِ ﹰ
ﻋﻥ ﺒﻴﺘﻨﺎ
ﻓﻘﻀﺎﻴﺎ ﺍﻏﺘﺼﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﺜﺭﻱ ﻓﻲ ﻤﺤﺎﻜﻤﻨﺎ
ِ ﱠ
ﻻ ﺘﺯﺍل..
ُ
ﻫﻨﺎ ﻤﺎﺜﻠﺔ
ﹾ
ﺭﻴﺜﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﻨﻲ ﻓﺸﻠﻲ
ﻜﻠﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺘﺒﺘﻨﻲ ﺠﺜﺙ ﺍﻟﻤﺩﺍﺌﻥ،
ِ ﹸ ﱠ
ﻤﻠﻬﻤﺘﻲ،
ﺫﻜﺭﻴﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻁﻔﻭﻟﺔ،
ِ ﹸ
ﺠﺎﺭﺘﻨﺎ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﺒﻠﺔ
ﹾ
- ٩٢ -
- 31. ﻭﻁﻨﻲ ﻟﻡ ﻴﻌﺩ ﻭﻁﻨﻲ
ﻭﺍﺴﺄﻟﻭﺍ
ﺭﺠﺭﺠﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺤﻘﻭل،
ِ ِ
ﺍﻟﺴﻭﺍﻗﻲ،
ﺘﺠﺎﻋﻴﺩ ﺃﺭﻀﻲ،
ﺩﻫﺎﻟﻴﺯ ﺘﻠﻙ ﺍﻟﺭﺒﺎ ﺍﻟﺤﺎﻟﻤﺔ
ﹾ
ﻭﺃﺴﺄﻟﻭﺍ ﻤﺎﺘﺸﺎﺀﻭﻥ
ﻤﻥ ﻨﺨﻠﻨﺎ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺘﺒﺎﺡ..
ِ
ﻓﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩ ﻴﺠﺩﻱ ﺤﻨﻴﻥ
ﻀﻔﺎﻑ
ٍ
ﺒﻔﻴﺽ ﺍﻟﺴﻨﺎ ﺠﺎﻫﻠﺔ!!
ﹾ ِ
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- 32. ﺍﻗـﺭﺃ ُ ﻓﻴﻙ ﻁﻼﺴﻤﻨﺎ
ِ
ﺭﺩﻱ ﻜل ﺨﻁﺎﺒﺎﺘﻲ
ﱠ ِ
ﻓﺎﻟﻐﺭﺒﺔ ﺘﺸﻌﻠﻨﻲ
ﹸ
ﻭﺃﺨﺎﻑ ﺒﺄﻥ ﺘﺨﺠل ﻤﻨﻲ ﺍﻷﻤﻁﺎﺭ
َ ﱢ ﹸ
ﺇﻨﻲ ﻤﺭﺘﺤل
ٌ ﱢ
ﺃﻗﺭﺃ ﻓﻴﻙ.. ﻁﻼﺴﻤﻨﺎ
ُ ِ
ﺃﻗﺭﺃ ﻤﺎ ﻜﻨﺎ ﻨﻌﺸﻘﻪ
ﱠ ُ ُ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﺘﻔﻴﺽ ﺍﻷﻨﻬﺎﺭ
ﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﺨﺒﺄﺕ.. ﻟﻨﺎ؟!
ِ
ﻫﺫﺍ ﻋﺎﻡ ﺍﻟﺠﺩﺏ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﺩﻡ.. ﻤﻥ ﻤﻘﻠﺘﻨﺎ
ِ
ﻴﺴﺒﻲ ﺩﻑﺀ ﺍﻟﻨﻭﺍﺭ
ﱡ
ﻫﺫﺍ ﻤﻨﺯﻟﻨﺎ
ﻻ ﻴﻤﻠﻙ ﺃﻨﻔﺎﺴﺎ
ﹰ
ﻓﻲ ﺯﻤﺭﺓ ﺠﺩﺭﺍﻥ ﺭﺍﻗﺩﺓ
ٍ ٍ ِ
ﻻ ﻴﻤﻠﻙ ﺴﺭ ﺍﻹﺒﺤﺎﺭ
ﻫﺫﺍ ﻤﻨﺯﻟﻨﺎ
ﻻ ﻴﻤﻠﻙ ﻨﺎﻓﺫﺓ
ﹰ
ﻟﺘﻁل ﻋﻠﻲ ﺠﺴﺭ ﻤﻭﺍﺠﻌﻨﺎ
ِ ﱠ
ﻓﺎﻟﺩﻭﺡ ﻏﺭﺴﻨﺎﻩ ﺒﺤﺫﻭ ﺤﻨﻴﻥ
ٍ ِ
ﻟﻡ ﻴﺴﺄﻟﻪ ﻁﻴﺭ ﺭﺤﺎل
ٌ
ﺃﻴﻥ ﺍﻷﻭﻜﺎﺭ؟!
ﺍﻟﻘﺭﻭﻴﻭﻥ ﻋﻠﻲ ﻤﻘﺭﺒﺔ ﻤﻨﺎ
ٍ ﱠ
ﺭﺩﻱ ﻜل ﺨﻁﺎﺒﺎﺘﻲ
ﱠ ِ
ﻻ ﻨﻘﺘل ﺤﻠﻤﺎ ﻓﻲ ﻜﺘﺏ ﺍﻟﻔﻘﺭﺍﺀ..
ِ ِ ُ ﹰ
ﻭﻻ ﻨﺘﻨﺎﻭل ﺤﺒﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺭ ﺍﻷﺨﻀﺭ..
ُ ِ
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- 33. ﺇﻻ ﺤﻴﻥ ﺘﻨﺎﻡ ﺍﻷﻗﻤﺎﺭ
ﱠ
ﻤﻥ ﻴﻘﺘل )ﺭﻭﻤﻨﺴﻴﺎ(، ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺴﻴﺭﺓ..
ِ ﹰ ُ
ﻴﺠﺘﺭ ﻋﻠﻴﻨﺎ ﻗﺒل ﺍﻟﻠﻴل ﺠﺤﺎﻓل ﻤﺭ
َ ﱠ ِ
ﻭﺴﺘﺩﻓﻊ ﺸﻬﻘﺘﻨﺎ ﺍﻟﺠﺯﻴﺔ ﺜﺎﻨﻴﺔ
ﹶ ﹰ
ﻟﻥ ﻴﺠﺩﻱ ﺩﻤﻊ ﺍﻷﺴﺤﺎﺭ
ﻤﺎ ﺃﻁﻭل ﻏﻔﻠﺘﻨﺎ
َ
ﻤﺎ ﺃﻁﻭل ﻟﻴل ﻫﻭﺍﺠﺴﻨﺎ
َ َ
ﻫﺫﺍ ﺴﻘﻑ ﺍﻟﺒﻴﺕ ﺴﻴﻨﻬﺎﺭ
ِ ﹸ
ﺍﻵﻥ ﺘﻤﻭﺭ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ :
- ﺃﻋﻭﺍﺩ ﺍﻟﻘﺵ ﺍﻟﻤﺒﺘﻠﺔ ﺒﺎﻟﻤﺎﻀﻲ
ﱢ ﱠِ
- ﺍﻟﺤﻁﺏ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺯﺡ ﻤﻥ ﺃﻁﺭﺍﻑ ﺤﻘﻭل
ٍ ِ ﱠ
ﻨﺎﻤﺕ ﻨﻭﻤﺎ ﺃﺒﺩﻴﺎ
ﹾ ﹰ ﹰ
-ﺃﺸﻼﺀ ﺍﻟﺫﺭﺓ ﺍﻟﺭﺍﻜﻀﺔ ﻓﻲ ﻏﻭﺭ
ِ ﹸ ﱡ ِ
ﻤﻭﺍﺴﻤﻨﺎ
-ﺘﺭﻨﻴﻤﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺎﺭ
ﹸ ﱠ
ﺃﻗﺭﺃ ﻓﻴﻙ.. ﻁﻼﺴﻤﻨﺎ
ُ ِ
ﻭﺒﻘﺎﻴﺎ ﺍﻟﻠﻬﻔﺔ ﻭﺠﻨﻭﻥ ﺍﻷﺸﻌﺎﺭ
ِ ﱠ ِ
ﻓﻤﻭﺍﺠﻴﺩ ﻤﻥ ﺫﻜﺭﻱ ﺃﺸﻭﺍﻕ ﻭﻟﺕ
ٍ ﱠ ﹾ
ﻤﺎﺯﺍﻟﺕ ﻓﻭﻕ ﺍﻟﺴﻁﺢ.. ﺘﻐﻨﻲ
ﱢ ِ
ﺃﻟﺤﺎﻨﺎ ﻻ ﻋﻬﺩ ﻟﻨﺎ ﺒﺭﺘﺎﺒﺘﻬﺎ
ﹰ
ﺃﻭ ﺒﺨﻤﻭل ﺍﻷﻭﺘﺎﺭ
ِ
ﻓﺎﻟﻨﻭﺭﺱ ﻤﺎﺯﺍل ﻴﻌﺎﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻭﺤﺩﺓ..
ﹶ ﱠ
ﻭﺴﻁ ﺸﺘﺎﺀ ﻤﺴﻌﻭﺭ،
ٍ ٍ
ﻴﻬﺭﺏ ﻟﻺﻋﺼﺎﺭ
ﺃﻤﺎ ﻤﻥ ﺨﺭﺠﺕ ﻓﻲ ﺭﺤﻠﺘﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﻤﻌﺘﺎﺩﺓ..
ِ
ﻗﺒل ﺍﻟﻔﺠﺭ..
ِ
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- 34. ﻓﻬﺫﺍ ﻤﻭﺴﻤﻬﺎ ﻜﻲ ﺘﺸﻘﻲ
ﻤﻥ ﺃﺠل ﻋﺼﺎﻓﻴﺭ ﻻﺠﺌﺔ ٍ
ٍ ِ
ﻓﻲ ﻜﻨﻑ ﺍﻷﺸﺠﺎﺭ
ِ
ﺭﺩﻱ ﻜل ﺨﻁﺎﺒﺎﺘﻲ
ﱠ ِ
ﻤﻥ ﻴﺴﻠﺏ ﺤﻠﻡ ﺤﻤﺎﻤﺘﻨﺎ..
ﺍﻟﺼﻐﺭﻱ
ﻤﻥ ﻴﺴﺭﻕ ﻏﻨﻭﺘﻨﺎ،
ﹸ
ﺩﻫﺸﺘﻨﺎ
ﻤﻥ ﻴﻨﺯﻉ ﻤﻨﺎ ﺍﻷﺴﻔﺎﺭ؟!
ﱠ
ﻓﺎﻟﻠﻬﻭ ﻭﺸﻴﻙ ﺃﻥ ﻴﻤﻀﻲ
ﱠ
ﻴﺤﻤل ﻁﻴﺎﺕ ﻫﺯﺍﺌﻤﻨﺎ
ُ ِ
ﻴﻘﺘل ﻓﻴﻨﺎ ﺍﻷﺴﺭﺍﺭ
ُ
ﻨـﺤﻥ ﺍﻵﻥ.. ﻋﻠﻲ ﻗﻠﺏ ﻨﺸﻴﺞ
ٍ ِ
ﻋﺫﺭﻱ.. ﺴﻴﻁﻭﻑ ﺒﻨﺎ ﺍﻷﻤﺼﺎﺭ
ﹸ
ﻓﺩﻋﻴﻨﺎ
ﻨﺼﻬل ﻤﻥ ﺩﺍﺨل ﻏﺭﻓﺘﻨﺎ
ِ ﹸ ُ
ﺃﻨﺸﻭﺩﺓ ﻋﺘﻕ
ﹶ ٍ
ﺩﺍﻋﺒﻨﺎﻩ ﻜﺜﻴﺭﺍ
ﹰ
ﻭﺤﻜﺎﻴﺎ ﺸﺘﻲ ﻋﻥ ﻋﺒﻕ ﺍﻷﺯﻫﺎﺭ
ِ ﱠ
ﺭﺩﻱ ﻜل ﺨﻁﺎﺒﺎﺘﻲ
ﱡ ِ
ﻫﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﻭﺠﻊ.. ﺃﺨﻲ
ﻟﻥ ﺃﻋﺯﻑ ﺃﻟﺤﺎﻥ ﺍﻟﱠﻭﻋﺔ ﺜﺎﻨﻴﺔ
ﻠ ِ ﹰ ﹶ
ﻟﻥ ﺃﺠﺘﺭ ﻋﻠﻴﻙ ﺍﻷﺨﻁﺎﺭ
ِ
ﻓﺩﻋﻴﻨﻲ ﻷﻨﺎﻡ ﻋﻠﻲ ﺼﺩﺭﻙ..
ِ
ﺇﻨﻲ ﻤﺭﺘﺤل
ٌ ﱢ
ﺤﻴﻥ ﺘﻔﻴﺽ ﺍﻷﻨﻬﺎﺭ
- ٣٣ -
- 35. ﻤﺎ ﻜﻨﺎ ﻨﺘﻌﺎﺭﻙ ﺤﻴﻥ ﺘﻀﺞ ﺩﻤﻭﻋﻙ
ِ ﱠ
ﻤﺎ ﻜﻨﺎ ﻨﺠﺭﺅ ﺃﻥ ﻨﻌﺼﻲ ﺃﻁﻴﺎﻓﻙ.. ﻓﻴﻨﺎ
ِ ُ ﱠ
ﺃﻭ ﻨﻐﻀﺏ ﻏﻀﺒﺎ
ﹰ
ﻤﻥ ﻫﺠﺭ ﻋﺎﺭﻡ
ٍ
ﻫل ﺭﺤل ﻏﺭﺍﻤﻙ.. ﺤﻘﺎ؟!
ﱠ ِ
ﻫل ﺭﺤل ﺃﻟﻴﻔﻙ..
ِ
ﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩ ﻴﺭﻴﺩ.. ﺸﻘﺎﻭﺘﻨﺎ
ﺃﻭ ﻴﺄﻨﺱ ﺸﻭﻗﺎ ﻟﻠﻘﻤﺭ ﺍﻟﺤﺎﻟﻡ؟!
ِ ﹰ
ﻫﺫﻱ ﻓﺭﺸﺘﻪ ﺍﻟﺠﻴﺭﻴﺔ
ِ
ﻟﻥ ﺘﺤﻀﻥ ﺠﺩﺭﺍﻨﺎ ﺒﻌﺩ ﺍﻟﻴﻭﻡ..
ِ ﹰ
ﻭﻟﻥ ﻴﺒﻜﻲ ﻭﻁﻥ ﻨﺎﺌﻡ
ﻓﺠﺩﺍﻭﻟﻨﺎ ﺨﺎﻭﻴﺔ
ﹲ
ﻤﻥ ﺠﻠﺒﺔ ﻭﺠﺩ
ِ ٍ
ﺤﻥ ﻟﺼﺤﺒﺘﻨﺎ،
ﺤﻥ ﻟﺸﻭﻕ ﻫﺎﺌﻡ
ٍ
ﺭﺩﻱ ﻜل ﺨﻁﺎﺒﺎﺘﻲ
ﱠ
ﻫﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﻠﻴل ﺍﻟﻔﺎﺭﺵ..
ﹸ ﱡ ُ
ﻓﻲ ﺃﺭﻭﻗﺔ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﺯل..
ِ ِ
ﻤﻌﺘﺎﺩﺍ ﺃﻥ ﻴﺸﺭﺏ ﻗﻬﻭﺘﻪ ﻓﻲ ﺼﺤﺒﺔ ﺃﻋﻨﺎﺒﻲ
ِ ﹰ
ﺇﻴﺎﻙ ﺒﺄﻥ ﻴﺯﻋﺠﻪ ﺃﺤﺩ
ِ
ﺃﻭ ﻴﻔﺯﻋﻪ ﻗﺎﺩﻡ
ﺍﻟﻠﻌﻨﺔ ﻜل ﺍﻟﻠﻌﻨﺔ..
ﱠ ﹸ ﱡ ﱠ ِ
ﻗﺩ ﻴﺫﻫﺏ ﺒﺼﺭﻙ.. ﺃﺒﺩﻴﺎ
ﹰ ِ
ﻗﺩ ﻴﻔﺘﺭﻕ.. ﻜﻼﻨﺎ
ﹸ
ﻭﻨﻔﺭﻁ ﻓﻲ ﻤﻨﺯﻟﻨﺎ / ﻓﻲ ﻫﺩﺃﺘﻨﺎ
ﹸ
ﻟﻐﺭﻴﺏ ﻅﺎﻟﻡ
ٍ
- ٤٣ -
- 36. ﺭﺩﻱ ﻜل ﺨﻁﺎﺒﺎﺘﻲ
ﱠ
ﻫﺫﺍ ﺸﻬﺭ )ﻴﻨﺎﻴﺭ(
ﺤﻴﻥ ﻴﻌﺎﻭﺩﻨﻲ
ﺃﻨﻐﻠﻕ ﻋﻠﻲ ﺸﻌﺭﻱ
ﹸ
ﻭﺒﺴﺭ ﻁﻼﺴﻤﻨﺎ
ﺃﻋﺘﺯل ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻟﻡ!!
ُ
- ٥٣ -
- 37. ﺍﻟﻠﻴل ﻴﻔﺭﺵ ﻟﻴﺱ ﻜﻌﺎﺩﺘﻪ ﻤﺩﺍﻩ!!
ﹸ ُ
ﺃﻴﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺢ :
ﻴﺎ ﺴﺠﻥ ﻜل ﺍﻟﻐﺯﺍﻩ
ﱢ ﹸ
ﻭﻁﻨﻲ ﻤﺎﺭﺩ
ﻴﻬﺩﻡ ﺍﻵﻥ ﺤﺼﻥ ﺍﻟﺩﻴﺎﺠﻲ
ﺴﻴﺨﺭﺝ ﻤﻥ ﺒﻴﻥ ﺫﺍﻜﺭﺓ ﺍﻹﻨﺯﻭﺍﺀ..
ِ ِ
ﻟﻴﺒﻌﺜﻨﻲ ﻟﻠﺤﻴﺎﻩ
ﺫﺍﺕ ﻴﻭﻡ..
ٍ
ﺴﻨﻔﺘﺭﺵ ﺍﻟﻁﺭﻗﺎﺕ..
ﹸ ﱠ ِ
ﻨﻐﻨﻲ ﺃﺭﺍﺠﻴﺯ ﺒﻌﺙ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺎﺀﺍﺕ،
ِ ِ ﹸ ﱢ
ﺃﻨﺸﻭﺩﺓ ﺍﻟﻌﺘﻕ..
ِ ﹶ
ﺒﻴﻥ ﺍﻟﻔﻼﻩ
ً
ﻨـﺤﺘﺴﻲ ﻤﻥ ﻏﺩﻴﺭ ﺍﻟﻤﺠﺭﺓ..
ِ ِ
ﺼﺤﻭﺍ
ﹰ
ﻭﻨﻨﺯﻉ ﻤﻥ ﺒﻴﻥ ﻗﺒﻭ ﺍﻟﻀﻠﻭﻉ..
ِ ِ
ﺠﺫﻭﺭ ﺍﻟﺘﺨﺎﺫل،
ﱠ ِ
ﻨﻭﻗﺩ ﺯﻴﺕ ﺍﻟﺴﺭﺍﺝ..
ﹶ ِ
ﺒﻤﺤﺭﺍﺏ ﻗﺩﺱ ﺍﻟﺼﻼﺓ
ِﹸ ِ ﹾ
ﻫﺎﻫﻨﺎ ﻓﺎﺭﻗﺒﻭﺍ
ﻋﻨﺩ ﺼﺨﺭﺓ ﺘﻠﻙ ﺍﻟﻁﻔﻭﻟﺔ..
ﱡ ِ ِ
ﻋﺸﻨﺎ ﺴﻭﻴﺎ
ﹰ
ﻨﺩﺍﻋﺏ ﺴﺭﺏ ﺍﻟﻔﺭﺍﺸﺎﺕ،
ِ
ﻨﺭﻜﺽ
ﺨﻠﻑ ﺍﻷﻴﺎﺌل ﻜﻲ ﻻ ﻨﻭﺩﻉ ﻨﻬﺭ ﺍﻟﺤﻴﺎﻩ
ِ
ﻜﻨﺎ ﻨﻠﻤﻠﻡ..
ﱠ
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