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I just do it scared
and
keep practising it
When the moon retires running her length
the river lies a fishbone on the white plate
feebly breathing like the slosh from oars,
the shadow digs a hole in the bush.

The faintest chill rattles don't escape
and the chatters dull as broken notes,
the shadow picks up from the mist
with the intent of an absorbed dreamer.

The gold diggers in that forbidden land
filter their preys keen to fill some more
from the mines lining the grey riverbank
with each reap a little closer to attainment.

The precise compass weighs the measure
tightening the muscles into a symphony
for that climb onto the ****** in one spring
before stealing the stilled, deep into silence.
 Aug 2018
Medusa
your pain fills us with sorrow
we love you like parched earth
loves clouds of rain

we dream you
healed, happy
drifting

a happy sky
full of love
& rain once

again

sensually bringing
such beauty to
all this world

generous & sweet
you are always
in our hearts

Jamahdi

we
love
you
Jamadhi, you have always given so much to this poetry website. So much love, and support, to me, I know, personally, you have been an inspiration, a support, and a source of many things in my writing. You made me feel like I could write about things I had never written about, and then gave me the equivalent of a standing ovation when I did write about them. You were a teacher and a friend. I wish you healing and strength on your journey now. I wish for you all the love for you in your direction that you have sent out to me, a person you didn't even really know this last couple of years. I will be sending you many thoughts, Jamahdi.
 Aug 2018
Salmabanu Hatim
Err
He erred,
The dirt was on him,
And he kept cleaning the mirror.
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