He abandons her as I abandon you.
Day after day strives to better capture
what he must, this sensation too quick
becomes that sensation, this telling moment
of light, of consequence. He lives
in perpetual debt. Scratches what he can
while debt collectors hammer down his door.
Like him all I can give is the family I neglect
to catch this colour of breath, these times
I will not see again as life flits by. Grief
behind and in front and with each step
outside the door a debt, a loss, a given.
2019 Paul Brookes
She loved vanilla,
eggs & snow.
Every night she
tracked the cusps
of the moon—
she died today;
she was wrapped
in whites as she
traversed the clouds.
By Jay Gandhi
He said Is
Charming adorable shining bright
one but in a constellation ,distant
difficult to decide, I moved to Yi
Ching cleromancy, whom shall I fancy?
My monet needs space, no one is
perfect, maybe the typical blonde
the smartest with ‘The Look’ so
loyal smart and an amazing cook
I dream of one, of varied trichitic
impressions, like a painting visible,
unusual visual from distant scape
sparkling in form, a classy inscape,
My monet I found much to my joy
a painted expression, soon discovered
in dismay, colored over lines ‘n contours
was just another classic artistic impression.
2019 © CER Anjum Wasim Dar