poem, Poetry, writer

Monastic Dreams

Monastic dreams

concealed love

there in the solace

an intricately inscribed quill.

©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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poem, Poetry

Beeswax Neighbors

the man down the alley and across the street

is my guard, my night owl who beckons the night.

a lamp-post squared and watching; the neighborhood.

his cigarette glows, he puffs

with nary a ruffle of his body he sits; perched

in the early pitch of morn’

as i walk khalil, my fearful chocolate lab

past the obelisk monuments

of beeswax neighbors

sleeping with solid vacancy.

they are resting now

while the streets hum quietly, expecting their return.

a distant lowing bark muffles the gray black dawn

my heart races, moves me along my routine path

allowing khalil to sniff briefly

at the sleeping earth’s musk

marking his scent upon its’ dew.

and as the sun’s messengers begin to call

i retreat. while suddenly, silently, one by one

they awake and attack daybreak.

 

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

 

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WORDS

write words

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Words

spill onto the page

with fluid abandon

 

Reaching

grappling

touching

delicate impressions

 

Shaping

smoothing over

astute interactions

 

Sculpting images

that emerge

unexplained yet

graceful

 

Suffering

knowing

 

you are almost there

 

Always.

 

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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