Six Poems

by Hajo Isa

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SILENT PAGE

 

I sit on a silent page

 

Blank lines run on empty.

 

Inspiration is a marvel for the dull,

 

A clowning scorn,

 

These words mark themselves for you to see

 

They slither along lines of doubtful meaning, far from

reach.

 

Wedged to a block, I cannot read.

 

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THAT TIME

 

I am as brittle as a chipped nail

 

A roughened hue of scraped red paint

 

A flowering vase of feeling

 

Fragile as a wound,

 

Swollen, sore – faced

 

Full of whine and lush.

 

 

 

Shedding the waste of an empty womb.

 

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AWAKE

 

I grind my thoughts against the thread

 

My head beneath a stone pillow

 

Weighted by a passing caress.

 

Soft hunger, constrained fury

 

A biting memory looms above my barren bed

 

Awake in sleep, drifting lonely through the night.

 

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THE GRIND

I hate the grind of every day,

 

The forged reasons to remain,

 

The wildness of your ways

 

The slow living wonder you bring.

 

 

 

I hate the weightless anxiety

 

The motioned wait, elementary tick-tock

 

The sweaty drip drop on your brow,

 

The trapping vice of practicality.

 

 

 

I hate being strung out, feeding

 

On wretched verses.

 

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ELEGY

 

Today, I hold your hand

 

Sipping on shadows past

 

You say you miss me. I waiver

 

Thoughts turn pulp, drenched by cheap wine.

 

 

 

I am fifty now, I dream you touch my hand again

 

Soon I’ll be hollow and still,

 

A lost feather in your hat.

 

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BUTTERFLY

 

She knows the field,

 

Lightly, she springs from blade to blade

 

Her wings stung with light,

 

Sprightly,

 

As a fragile dawn

 

Come in to flower.

 

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Hajo Isa is a poet, photographer, writer and the author of, a collection of poems titled Shadow Fall. Hajo isa she is lawyer and she is currently working on her next collection of poems titled, “Dancing Tongues”.