Poetry. . . from SHAMIM AZAD
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Allotments,
an interesting setting for a painting. Allotments - full of unexpected characters
growing fruits and vegetables
redesigning the canvas for more growing spaces of mind... And when it rains likes Wales
waterproofed sheds soak like memories... The great thing is sharing the produce
drinking cups of frothy coffee
then try and complete the painting of your displacement
using the colours of tomatoes and trauma
from your neighbor's allotments.
Slit
Though it felt achingly coolI blew my guard clearly
Slashed my confidence in pieces
The desire went meandering
around the melancholic stomach of mine
and at last defined . . . It rained
Luxuriated and moisturised my mind
with a peculiar precious smile
So dry,
like a dubious dust-bow
and I was the forgotten arrow. Now the ground feels like polished marble
and my loose hair starts bouncing back to life
lips are singing like luck.
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