ﺷﻌﺮ ﻋﺒﺪ ﺍﻟﻌﺰﻳﺰ ﺟﻮﻳﺪﺓ
ﻳﺎ ﻣَﺪﻳﻨﺔْ
ﻳﺎ ﺣَﺰﻳﻨﺔْ
ﻳﺎ ﻣَﻠﻴﺌﺔْ
ﺑﺎﻟﺪﻣﻮﻉْ
ﻟﻢ ﻳَﻌُﺪْ ﺻﻮﺕُ "ﻣُﺤﻤّﺪْ"
ﻟﻢ ﻳﻌُﺪْ ﺻﻮﺕُ "ﻳﺴﻮﻉْ"
ﺃﻳُّﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﻤﻘﻄﻮﻋﺔُ ﺍﻷﻭﺻﺎﻝِ
ﺫﻭﺑﻲ
ﻓﻲ ﺑﺤﺎﺭٍ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻣﻮﻉْ
ﻛﻞُّ ﻣَﻦ ﻣﺮُّﻭﺍ ﻭﺭﺍﺣﻮﺍ ﻓﻲ ﺩُﺭﻭﺏٍ
ﻣﺎ ﻟﻬُﻢ ﻣﻨﻬﺎ ﺭﺟﻮﻉْ
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ﻳﺎ ﻣﺪﻳﻨﺔْ
ﺃﻧﺖِ ﺑﻐﺪﺍﺩُ ﺍﻟﺤﺰﻳﻨﺔْ
ﻛﻞُّ ﻣﺎ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻷُﻓْﻖِ ﻏِﺮﺑﺎﻥٌ ﻭﺑﻮﻡْ
ﺣَﻮﻟﻨﺎ ﺣَﻴﺮَﻯ ﺗَﺤﻮﻡْ
ﻭﺍﻟﻨﺠﻮﻡْ
ﻟﻢ ﺗﻌُﺪ ﺗﻠﻚَ ﺍﻟﻨﺠﻮﻡْ
ﻭﺍﻟﺮِّﻓﺎﻕْ
ﻭﺍﻷﺣِﺒَّﺔْ
ﻓﺎﺭَﻗﻮﻧﺎ
ﻫﺬﻩِ ﺃﺟﺴﺎﺩُﻧﺎ
ﻓﻲ ﺑﺤﺎﺭِ ﺍﻟﻨَّﺰْﻑِ ﺗَﺴﺒﺢْ
ﻭﺍﻟﻬُﻤﻮﻡْ
ﻟﻤﻠﻤﻲ ﺍﻷﺷﻼﺀَ
ﺃﻟﻘﻴﻬﺎ ﺃﻣﺎﻣﻲ
ﺭُﺑّﻤﺎ ﺣﺎﻭﻟﺖُ ﺃﻋﺮﻑْ
ﺃﻳﻦَ ﻭﺟﻬﻲ ؟
ﺃﻳﻦ ﻛﻔّﻲ ؟
ﺃﻳﻦَ ﻟﺤﻤﻲ ﻭﻋِﻈﺎﻣﻲ ؟
ﺭُﺑﻤﺎ ﺃﻏﺪﻭ ﻛﺮﻳﺶٍ ﻓﻲ ﺟَﻨﺎﺣﺎﺕِ ﻫُﻴﺎﻣﻲ
ﺗﻨﻔُﺾُ ﺍﻟﺤﺰﻥَ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻣﺎ ﺑﻴﻦَ ﻗﻠﺒِﻚْ
ﻣﻦ ﺣُﻄﺎﻣﻲ
ﺁﻩِ ﻳﺎ ﺛَﻜْﻠَﻰ
ﻋﻠﻰ ﻛِﺘْﻔَﻲَّ ﻧﺎﻣﻲ
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ﻟﺴﺖُ ﺃﻋﺮﻑْ
ﺃﻳﻦَ ﺃﺳﻤﺎﺀُ ﺍﻟﺸّﻮﺍﺭﻉْ
ﺃﻭ ﻋﻨﺎﻭﻳﻦُ ﺍﻟﺒﻴﻮﺕْ ؟
ﺻﻮﺕُ ﺧُﻔّﺎﺵٍ ﻭﺑﻮﻡٍ
ﻭﺑﻘﺎﻳﺎ ﻋَﻨﻜﺒﻮﺕْ
ﺃﻧﺖِ ﺑﻐﺪﺍﺩُ ﺍﻟﺴﻜﻮﺕْ
ﻛﻞُّ ﺷﻲﺀٍ ﺃﺭﻣُﻘُﻪْ
ﻛﻞُّ ﺷﻲﺀٍ ﺃﻟﻤَﺴُﻪْ
ﻣﻨّﻲ ﻳﻤﻮﺕْ
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ﺗﺤﺖَ ﺟُﺪﺭﺍﻥِ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﺎﺯﻝْ
ﺻﻮﺕُ ﺃﻃﻔﺎﻝٍ ﺗﺌﻦْ
ﻣﺜﻞَ ﻣﺠﻨﻮﻥٍ ﺃُﻧﺎﺩﻱ
ﻳﺎ ﺻﻐﻴﺮﻱ
ﺍﻃﻤَﺌﻦْ
ﺃَﺭﻓﻊُ ﺍﻟﺠُﺪﺭﺍﻥَ ﻭﺣﺪﻱ
ﻓﺄﺭﻯ ﻭﻫﻤﺎً ﻭﻇﻦْ
ﻭﺻﻐﺎﺭﺍً ﺗﺤﻤﻞُ ﺍﻟﺪُّﻣﻴﺎﺕِ ﻣﺎﺗﺖْ
ﻭﻳﺪًﺍ ﺗﻤﺘﺪٌّ
ﻛﺎﻧﺖْ
ﻣِﻦ ﺣﺒﻴﺐٍ ﻟﺤﺒﻴﺒَﺔْ
ﻟﺤﻈﺔَ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﻒِ ﺗﻼﻗﺖْ
ﻭﺗﻼﺷﺖْ
ﻋﻨﺪﻣﺎ ﺍﻷﺭﻭﺍﺡُ ﻓﺎﺿﺖْ
ﻭﺍﺧﺘﻼﻃًﺎ ﺑﻴﻦَ ﺩﻡٍّ
ﻭﻋﻈﺎﻡٍ ﻭﺗﺮﺍﺏْ
ﻭﺣﻘﻴﺒﺔْ
ﻭﻛﺘﺎﺏْ
ﻭﺑﻘﺎﻳﺎ ﻣِﻦ ﻧﻘﻮﺩٍ
ﻛﺎﻥَ ﻣﺼﺮﻭﻑَ ﺍﻟﺬّﻫﺎﺏْ
ﻭﻃﻌﺎﻣًﺎ ﻭﺷﺮﺍﺏْ
ﻭﻋﻴﻮﻧًﺎ ﻓﺎﺭﻗﺘْﻬﺎ
ﻛﻞُ ﺃﺣﻼﻡِ ﺍﻟﺸﺒﺎﺏْ
ﻭﺫﺭﺍﻋﻴﻦِ ﻷﻡٍّ
ﻣُﺪَّﺗﺎ
ﻓﻲ ﻟﺤﻈﺔِ ﺍﻟﻘﺼْﻒِ ﻷﻥَّ ..
ﻃﻔﻠَﻬﺎ ﻟﻠﺘَﻮِّ ﺁﺏْ
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ﻳﺎ ﻣﺪﻳﻨﺔْ
ﻳﺎ ﺣﺰﻳﻨﺔْ
ﻳﺎ ﺧﺮﺍﺏْ
ﺿِﻔَّﺔٌ ﻟﻠﻨﻬﺮِ ﻇﻠَّﺖْ
ﺿِﻔَّﺔٌ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﻒِ ﻭﻟَّـﺖْ
ﺻﺎﺭَ ﻧﻬﺮُﻙْ ..
ﺻﺎﺭَ ﻣﺒﺘﻮﺭَ ﺍﻟﻀِﻔﺎﻑْ
ﺻﺎﺭَ ﺃﻋﺮﺝْ
ﺣﻴﻦَ ﻳﺨﺮﺝْ
ﻳﺘﻤﺸّﻰ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﺪﻳﻨﺔْ
ﻳﺘﺪﺣﺮﺝْ
ﻳﻄﺮُﻕُ ﺍﻷﺑﻮﺍﺏَ ﻳﺄﺳﺎً ﻓﻮﻕَ ﻋُﻜﺎﺯٍ
ﻭﻳﺼﺮُﺥْ :
ﻳﺎ ﻣﺪﻳﻨﺔْ ...
ﻳﺎ ﻣﻨﺎﺯﻝْ ...
ﻳﺎ ﺣﻘﻮﻝْ ...
ﻟﻢ ﻳﺠِﺪْ ﺣﻴّﺎً ﻳَﺮُﺩْ
ﻏﻴﺮَ ﺃﺻﺪﺍﺀِ ﺍﻟﻄُّﻠﻮﻝْ
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ﻳﺎ ﻣﺪﻳﻨﺔْ
ﻳﺎ ﺣﺰﻳﻨﺔْ
ﻟﻢ ﻳﻌُﺪْ ﻏﻴﺮُ ﺍﻟﺒﻘﺎﻳﺎ
ﻭﺍﻟﺸﺨﻮﺹْ
ﻭﺧﺮﺍﺏٍ
ﻭﺩﻣﺎﺭٍ
ﻭﻟﺼﻮﺹْ
ﻭﺑﻘﺎﻳﺎ ﻣِﻦ ﻗُﺮﻭﻁٍ
ﻭﺣُﻠﻲٍّ
ﻭﺛِﻴﺎﺏْ
ﻭﻓُﺼﻮﺹْ
ﻭﻏُﺒﺎﺭٍ
ﻭﺩُﺧﺎﻥْ
ﺃﻳﻦَ ﺃﻧﺖَ
ﻳﺎ ﻣﻜﺎﻥْ ؟
ﺃﻳﻦَ ﺃﻧﺖَ
ﻳﺎ ﺯﻣﺎﻥْ ؟
ﻛﻞُّ ﺷﻲﺀٍ ﺻﺎﺭَ ﻳﻬﺮُﺏْ
ﺍﻟﺸّﻤﻮﺱْ
ﻭﺍﻟﺴﻤﺎﺀْ
ﻭﺍﻟﺪﻗﺎﺋﻖْ
ﻭﺍﻟﺜّﻮﺍﻥْ
ﻭﺃﻧﺎ ﺃﺭﻧﻮ ﺃﻣﺎﻣﻲ
ﻻ ﺃﺭﻯ ﻏﻴﺮَ ﺣُﻄﺎﻣﻲ
ﻭﺷﻌﻮﺭًﺍ ﺑﺎﻟﻬﻮﺍﻥْ
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ﺟُﺮﺣُﻨﺎ
ﻏﻴﺮُ ﺍﻟﺠﺮﻭﺡِ ﺍﻟﺴﺎﺑﻘﺎﺕْ
ﺟُﺮﺣُﻨﺎ ﻳﻤﺘﺪُّ ﻣﻦ ﺃﻗﺼﻰ ﺍﻷﻗﺎﺻﻲ
ﻟﻠﺴﻤﺎﺀْ
ﺟُﺮﺣُﻨﺎ ﺩﻭﻥَ ﺣﺪﻭﺩٍ
ﻓﻮﻕَ ﻃﺎﻗﺎﺕِ ﺍﻟﺘﺤﻤٌّﻞْ
ﻭﺍﻟﺒﻼﺀْ
ﺟُﺮﺣُﻨﺎ ﺟُﺮﺡٌ ﻋﻤﻴﻖٌ ﻓﻲ ﺻﻤﻴﻢِ ﺍﻟﻜﺒﺮﻳﺎﺀْ
ﺁﻩِ ﻳﺎ ﺃﺭﺽَ ﺍﻟﻈِّﺒﺎﺀْ
ﻭﺍﻗِﻒٌ ﻭﺣﺪﻱ
ﻭﺧﻠﻔﻲ ..
ﺍﻣﺘﺪﺍﺩٌ ﻟﻔﺮﺍﻍٍ ﻭﻓﻀﺎﺀْ
ﻭﺍﻟﻨَّﻮﺍﺭﺱْ
ﻟﻢَ ﺗﻌُﺪْ ﺗﺄﺗﻲ ﺇﻟﻴﻨﺎ
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺸِّﺘﺎﺀْ
ﻭﺍﻷﻣﺎﻧﻲ ﺧﺎﺻﻤﺘْﻨﺎ، ﻭﺍﻟﺮﺟﺎﺀْ
ﻭﺍﻟﻤﺴﺎﺀْ ..
ﻟﻢ ﻳﻌﺪْ ﻳﺄﺗﻲ ﺇﻟﻴﻨﺎ
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺎﺀْ
ﻛﻞُّ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﻜﻮﻥِ ﻣﻔﺘﻮﺡٌ ﻛﺠُﺮﺡٍ
ﻛﻞُّ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻷﻓﻖِ ﻣﺼﺒﻮﻍٌ ﺩﻣﺎﺀْ
ﻭﺃﻧﺎ ﻭﺣﺪﻱ ﺃﺧُﻂُّ..
ﻗﺼّﺔَ ﺍﻟﻘﻠﺐِ ﺍﻟﻤﻤﺰﻕْ
ﻓﻲ ﺭﺛﺎﺀْ
ﻓﻲ ﺑﻼﺩٍ ﻗﻴﻞَ ﻋﻨﻬﺎ ..
ﺇﻧَّﻬﺎ ﻛﺎﻧﺖْ ﺑﻼﺩَ ﺍﻷﻧﺒﻴﺎﺀْ
موضوع: ﺷﻌﺮ ﻳﺒﻜﻲ ﻋﻦ ﺑﻐﺪﺍﺩ 
الجمعة ديسمبر 07, 2012 3:30 pm
اليومية
