Lulwa Naman is a young poet. She explores the budding and dwindling of love with passion and melancholy. Her texts are powerful by simplicity and impactful for the truth they say about living and feeling without filters.
My grandmother was shaken
When my grandfather passed.
I went to visit her in Lebanon.
The first thing I noticed when I saw her
Was the way her eyes looked.
The way her eyes had changed.
The colour had altered to
A swirl of mostly grey with few spots of brown.
The light that used to reflect
In her irises vanished.
The life that used to play around
In those big beautiful eyes disappeared.
And all she did
Thinking about the man
That swept her off her feet.
It Was Like Staring Straight At A Mirror
When my grandfather passed,
My grandmother was silent for days.
Wouldn’t say a word,
Wouldn’t shed a tear,
Wouldn’t move a single bone.
She was motionless
The first words she said
When she came out of the shell
She was put into from the shock were
He was my everything,
And I was his everything.
I should’ve left before him.
- Like Grandmother Like Granddaughter
Imagine a world where
Leaves stayed on the trees in winter,
Animals never hibernated,
Fishermen never fished,
The sun shining everyday,
And everytime you look up
There’s a rainbow above your head.
The image that is in your mind now
Is what it felt like in your arms.
It’s like when one of
Your friends come over
And make a mess in your bedroom,
And your mum makes you clean up
The mess they made yourself.
I’m cleaning up the mess you made.
- Your Mess, Not Mine
Catharsis of Nature
Aphrodite had to decide
Who she would choose to
Embody her spirit.
I have no doubt in my mind
That person was me.
Everyday I feel her inside of me,
Urging me to do the things that I do.
Urging me to feel the way that I do.
Urging me to do nothing other than simply
- The Most Important Thing
I didn’t see the water
Leaking from my bottle
Until I tried to take a sip,
And there was nothing left.
- You Took Me Out of Me