10/15/2016 1 Comment Two Poems by Sheikha A.Love Disease inspired from Olfa Philo’s Love Spells You have seen more moons than a god, but there is no way to be sure. Water under an alight bridge beneath a shark-thick grey sky hides the lips you have kissed. Thirsty waves look up at eclipses that are no longer buried under curtains of dust. You are a new rising. Call my name to show me the light. My feet are not rested from the endless travails you make me follow you through. Call my name to pull me out from these walls of Pompeii. Call, so I can walk out of this eclipse. Mysticism Some words are easy to wear, like ‘unstable’. His mind is a difficult organ to penetrate. Winter’s slush pile arrives too early as autumn, subjecting every moving leaf to crimson. All I see are giant footsteps left from feet of migrating warm-region birds, leaving like the season fell less for mending. His feet are fog on a pane of glass; his hands are mist on the neck of a pine. Linen voice on spread of logic: it is a hard battle to win. Bio: Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates. Over 300 of her poems appear in a variety of literary venues, both print and online, including several anthologies by different presses. She edits poetry for eFiction India. More about her can be accessed on her blog sheikha82.wordpress.com
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Angel Plant
10/28/2016 01:40:21 pm
Love your poems. Nice work.
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