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Poetry and Writing by Muriel Angelil
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
PUBLISHED MEMOIR
Published a memoir of my life growing up in Alexandria, Egypt and available on Amazon.com
The title: BACK TO THE PAST, A DAUGHTER OF THE NILE.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
My Alter Ego
My Alter Ego
As I made my escape
she faced me,
don’t come near me
I said, or I will scream.
she was wearing a suit,
hair perfectly styled,
taupe nylons and
pointy shoes,
she stood a few feet away,
said well how do you
think I feel? I was
taken aback---who was she?
why had she given up
her identity to the
corporate world?
She did look like me
was she my alter ego?
a person from my past?
someone I could have been?
before committing to my art
In my casual jeans
I felt compassion for
this other me who seemed
to wish she could
let her curls
tumble and flow
as she sculpts imaginary
images.
The Unmade Bed
The Unmade Bed
Sheets rumpled, shape
of your body, smell
of your skin.
I lie down on the bed
remember
frolicking
on those sheets,
scented candle,
Frank Sinatra,
tender spoken words.
In the kitchen I brew
chamomile tea
still feel the glow
of your touch,
passion of evening.
in the bedroom
I stare at the bed,
if only I could shake
the sheets, plump the
pillow, fluff the comforter
create the music we shared again.
The Sea Of Uncertainty
The
Sea Of Uncertainty
How can I live each day,
without resolving
every problem,
without finding answers
to every question,
navigating a sea of grey
with oars of trust,
blindly following
a truth that only
my soul knows clearly?
How can I live each day,
not knowing what
the next will bring,
how do I row my boat,
across this wide
expance of water,
with no compass?
Perhaps I will learn
to relish
each swell, each wave,
and fly like
an adventurous
seagull scavenging
the shore until
finally settling
upon
clarity
and
bliss.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Where Do I Come From?
WHERE DO I COME FROM?
I AM OFTEN ASKED:
“ WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?”
A PROFOUND QUESTION,
SOME OF MY ANSWERS ARE:
“ I AM FROM MASSACHUSETTS,” OR
“I AM NOT TELLING!” EVEN BETTER:“I AM AMERICAN”.
LATELY, I HAVE STARTED
TO ADMIT:
” I AM FROM EGYPT”,
THIS FOLLOWS WITH MANY
INTERESTING QUESTIONS:
DID YOU EVER RIDE A CAMEL,
OR DO YOU SPEAK ARABIC,
MOST OF ALL I AM TOLD
THAT I DO NOT LOOK
EGYPTIAN,
‘TRUE, I SAY, MY
FAMILY’S ROOTS ARE IN LEBANON AND SYRIA,
IN FACT THERE IS A
STREET IN DAMASCUS
NAMED AFTER THE ANGELIL FAMILY,
PEOPLE LOVE LABELS, I
WATCH THEM
MULLING IN THEIR HEADS
AS THEY TRY TO PLACE ME
SOMEWHERE
PUT A TAG ON ME TO IDENTIFY ME
FOR THEIR COMFORT,
WHERE DO I REALLY COME
FROM?
WHO AM I?
I AM A COMPOSITE OF
ALL THEIR THOUGHTS AND MORE.
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