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lWinter:
Couched on crimson cushions,
pink bleeds gold
and red spills into ones heart.
Broad leather keeps time,
calibrating different hours
in different zones
unaware of the grammar
that makes sense.
Only random woofs and snores
of two distant dogs
on a very cold night
clears fog that is unresolved.
New plants wait for new heat
to grow, to mature.
An old cane recliner contains
poetry for peace woven
text keeping comfort in place.
But it is the impatience of want
that keeps equations unsolved.
Heavy, translucent, vaporous,
split red by mother tongues
winters breath is pink.
-by bahja ahmed
© All Rights Reserved
Couched on crimson cushions,
pink bleeds gold
and red spills into ones heart.
Broad leather keeps time,
calibrating different hours
in different zones
unaware of the grammar
that makes sense.
Only random woofs and snores
of two distant dogs
on a very cold night
clears fog that is unresolved.
New plants wait for new heat
to grow, to mature.
An old cane recliner contains
poetry for peace woven
text keeping comfort in place.
But it is the impatience of want
that keeps equations unsolved.
Heavy, translucent, vaporous,
split red by mother tongues
winters breath is pink.
-by bahja ahmed
© All Rights Reserved
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