Dream Girls

(For Naima)

we were sisters

in spirit

long before we knew…

joined by our quests

and the nuances

of life & time.

I thought of us traipsing

through that dark winter

seeking light;

watching Dream Girls

at the Grand Lake Theater.

but what about our dreams

must we wait in patience

or the sorrow of loss?

is it ok to cry,

to scream silently 

to hope?

i wish for you

wreaths of flowers

while you live,

Love

in its empowering form,

and days of beauty

as ephemeral 

as dreams.

with

the means,

to touch

and hold.
©Linda Tauhid

5/1/17

My Knight 

(For Jennifer and Don)

my knight

in shining armor

has come–

he is real

he has saved me

and made

my wait worthwhile.

i have cast

away

my mourning clothes

and bright

flowers

adorn my hair.

while some have scorned

i smiled through

the struggles

and bore my faith

as tilth 

until the joy of love

entered, it’s saving grace

so clear.

my knight has come

he reigns my heart

and reflects

the power

of

The King

we serve;

the All-Knowing

whose name

is Love. 

(Ya Wadud).
Linda Tauhid

©5/1/17

Daoud

they taught me

to speak

the words of David

and thus

i am blessed.

i stood

before

congregations

scrubbed and brushed

and recanted

with brilliance

what a child

barely knew…

‘mercy has followed

me

all the days

of my life;’

in sickness

and in health

in loss

and

in wealth.

for i was taught to

speak the words of praise.

i have risen,

i have fallen

i have lain

in my own tears…

but i return to The Good

never displaced;

“Praise the Lord, my soul;

all my inmost, praise his holy name.”*

for i 

ever reflect

the words

of David.
Linda Tauhid

©4/18/17
*Quotation from Psalm 103, a psalm of David (Al Sabur)

Grey March

grey March

winter dying

no sign

of Spring.

rain falls

slowing

the busy-

ness

of a Saturday.

it is a time

of transition,

cloudy,

unknown outcomes,

change…

for my part

i am resigned

to minimize foolishness

and dependency;

leaving me alone

to face

the uncertain

new world

i am creating.

to suffer through

another metamorphosis

that might lead

to anything/everything.

grey March

unmarked doors

promise of Spring

silence,

waiting,

and hope.
Linda Tauhid

©3/10/17

 

Essence

the smell

of coconut oil

on locked hair 

sun-kissed

African skin

rare essences

of sweat and musk

sumptuous lips

tasting of sea salt

warmth

and fire;

i am immersed

in the memories

of being surrounded

by these…

and i wonder

” how can i survive 

without such attention–

such meaning?”

walking

from

step to step

greeting,

shopping,

doing the business

of the day

unattended

by the passion

so essential

to life.
Linda Tauhid

©3/2/17

JP

i was free then,

a bit different from now–

when all it was

was sun & wind

and laughter

and bubble gum

and penny candy,

bikes & joy.

it did not matter–

the beauty

of anything but life

and its duties.

not the complex

social order

that i 

would soon meet;

the things

i would come

to want

the boys

i would like.

the dreams i 

would dream;

the realities

that 

would yield…

we are still living

and leaving daily

i see your names

and they evoke

many memories

of who

i thought

you were

and who

i am;

still free,

but different 

from then.
Linda Tauhid

©2/2/17

Leon (for Leon Russell)

you

left quietly 

just like

a true Saint…

no fanfare

or marching bands

not even a nighttime

flutter

through my heart.

i knew that you

were coming

to Houston

a farewell, i supposed

but i knew

i would not see you.

you are 

a brother

of my soul;

a lover

an unclaimed husband.

i see you there

as here

dressed in white

with white hair

and white top hat.

i throw you

a bouquet of lilies

dusted

in

patchouli.
Linda Tauhid

 1/19/17