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Lazhar Bouazzi Apr 2018
'Twixt the sandy dunes of words
And the shimmering darkness
Of ink
I riot with my forked tongue
As a snake would do among
The unlettered stones of a
Sunny graveyard.

© LazharBouazzi
  Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
betterdays
her ring sits on the mantlepiece
worn thin on one side
that dull warm yellow
that gold sometimes takes on

i remember it cutting into my hand
as she held it tightly as we shopped
it was bright and shiny then

she used to wear it on her  longest finger
after dad left us, she left it off for awhile
and then wore it on the other hand

it was tight on her workworn hands then
she took it off again before she went into
this last home, but kept it locked in a security draw

now it sits on the mantlepiece, waiting
for me to find a safe place for it
for it is the little bit of my mother's spirit
that will one day be part of my son's  wedding ring,
One of my mother's requests....incredibly, poignantly  beautiful
  Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
Ashly Kocher
dripping
    wet
      from
        head
            to
              toe
                     glistening
                            like
                         the
                sparkle
                in
        your
crystal
        blue
            eyes
                 love
                   everlasting
                           like
                              the
                     flowers
                  we
      continue
    to
      grow
       shimmering
                in
                    the
                        sunlight
                                    like
                                          diamonds
                                                          catching
                                                       the
                                             waves
                                          in
                                     my
                             drink
Tried something different. Pretty cool I think. Let me know what y’all think!
  Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
RJW
rain is sifting through the leaves              
nests of bramble, blackberry  
ferns green and resting in
noon's shadowed face
shining drops, halcyon
washing April blue until
the moon blinks
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