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Poems by Iranian screenwriter and movie director Bardia Mousavi
To Dive, Ambient, and Sing, Cry, Repeat
- To Dive
- We’re used to walking on our toes,
- tip-toeing optimistically around our dreams.
- It’s not a matter at hand,
- it’s the law of holding at stake.
- it’s not a complete disaster,
- it’s a colorful Caterpillar
- slowly devouring the edge of our scenes.
- I write to the long forgotten cry
- that echoes in empty hallways.
- I write to the well buried worries
- tangled around subtly arranged limbs.
- Followed her back to sleep, but
- it was of no use of course;
- carefully traded the wished with demanded
- to silence her routine nightmare screams.
- It’s the missing of something we never had,
- the attempt to coordinate a paradox.
- the meek not having,
- the grateful taking.
- And you in the mist,
- wondering,
- wondering and tip-toeing.
- maybe it’s time,
- perhaps it’s time,
- to take the high off the heels.
- Ambient
- You remember
- those who were supposed to be forgotten,
- all the familiar turns strange.
- sun is not bright,
- TV is boring,
- and your heart is beating on a different beat.
- You have changed,
- everyone has.
- everything’s a bit weird,
- time is running slow.
- Your dreams are more memorable than your life,
- more vivid,
- more believable.
- “Why didn’t I ever kiss her?
- would it be any different?
- is it worth it?”
- It’s ambient,
- it’s cloudy and strange.
- the thought of a deserved breath
- feels like waking up again.
- I need more pills,
- I have to get straight.
- Magnets are wracked,
- no pleasure, no pain.
- Until the sun comes back,
- quickly makes me sane.
- Sing, Cry, Repeat
- Blow the year away
- like a candle on a grave;
- Blow kisses
- like a mad man in the rain.
- It matters not what we lose
- nor the fall or the bruise;
- Rattle your tail,
- hiss the doubt away,
- Bite the chance to stay
- under the clouds and above the ground,
- not the other way around.
- Charm a mirror with your face,
- Paint the snow with your subtle trace.
- Have you ever noticed
- The playfulness of rivers?
Bardia Mousavi
Bardia Mousavi is an Iranian screenwriter and movie director. His short film Green Root is now available on Amazon Prime for streaming. You can also purchase and read S. Ebrahim Safavi’s Echoes of Pacific on Amazon which is edited and introduced by Mousavi.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Poems by Iranian screenwriter and movie director Bardia Mousavi
To Dive, Ambient, and Sing, Cry, Repeat
Poems by Iranian screenwriter and movie director Bardia Mousavi
To Dive, Ambient, and Sing, Cry, Repeat
- To Dive
- We’re used to walking on our toes,
- tip-toeing optimistically around our dreams.
- It’s not a matter at hand,
- it’s the law of holding at stake.
- it’s not a complete disaster,
- it’s a colorful Caterpillar
- slowly devouring the edge of our scenes.
- I write to the long forgotten cry
- that echoes in empty hallways.
- I write to the well buried worries
- tangled around subtly arranged limbs.
- Followed her back to sleep, but
- it was of no use of course;
- carefully traded the wished with demanded
- to silence her routine nightmare screams.
- It’s the missing of something we never had,
- the attempt to coordinate a paradox.
- the meek not having,
- the grateful taking.
- And you in the mist,
- wondering,
- wondering and tip-toeing.
- maybe it’s time,
- perhaps it’s time,
- to take the high off the heels.
- Ambient
- You remember
- those who were supposed to be forgotten,
- all the familiar turns strange.
- sun is not bright,
- TV is boring,
- and your heart is beating on a different beat.
- You have changed,
- everyone has.
- everything’s a bit weird,
- time is running slow.
- Your dreams are more memorable than your life,
- more vivid,
- more believable.
- “Why didn’t I ever kiss her?
- would it be any different?
- is it worth it?”
- It’s ambient,
- it’s cloudy and strange.
- the thought of a deserved breath
- feels like waking up again.
- I need more pills,
- I have to get straight.
- Magnets are wracked,
- no pleasure, no pain.
- Until the sun comes back,
- quickly makes me sane.
- Sing, Cry, Repeat
- Blow the year away
- like a candle on a grave;
- Blow kisses
- like a mad man in the rain.
- It matters not what we lose
- nor the fall or the bruise;
- Rattle your tail,
- hiss the doubt away,
- Bite the chance to stay
- under the clouds and above the ground,
- not the other way around.
- Charm a mirror with your face,
- Paint the snow with your subtle trace.
- Have you ever noticed
- The playfulness of rivers?
Bardia Mousavi
Bardia Mousavi is an Iranian screenwriter and movie director. His short film Green Root is now available on Amazon Prime for streaming. You can also purchase and read S. Ebrahim Safavi’s Echoes of Pacific on Amazon which is edited and introduced by Mousavi.
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