Arabesque
It whistles into the night.
The air is thin.
The gentle blow of the wind
delivers letters at our doorsteps.
She stands in the heart of a room
losing herself to the moving train.
A mother with her children
passes the corn fields,
preep after the rains,
memory of faint dee-dee.
Her satin feet flows
out from every door.
I must end it all here.
Not with a sudden bang but
a silent step out in the moonlight.
No Casualties
Just before the sun hits the treetops,
scrapes past some buildings’ heads,
I pull you inside.
Noon bangs carom off a parking lot.
Someone calls to report a sunset.
A woman flashes light on our windows
calling it a night.
This year’s winter storm drops
stray ice pellets on each patio
like a fight gone wrong.
Sana Tamreen Mohammed is a widely published poet. She co-authored Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems (BRP, Australia) and edited The Prose and Poetry Anthology. She was also featured in a radio show in India. Her poems have been displayed twice in The Fox Poetry Box in Illinois.
Adorable lines: apt imaging.
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