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 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Raghu Pratap
My lover remembers to leave me a note,
talking about the time we used to talk
when we were lovers,
when our bedsheets aligned,
and the politics overhead too, made love every day,
and found the time to write spare notes - on cheap paper, and my borrowed pen,
to an amour she would not see anymore,
talking about the blue nights she spent with me,
my lover recalls with vividness
the words I had said to her,
before I could learn to speak again,
in this really long note she has left me, and
I can suddenly see time as I have never before, and
my lover looks at me as if she has never before,
and she doesn’t know when to stop, and her heart doesn’t stop so easy,
and I could stop reading,
knowing she might die soon.
Sees the birds
On the outside porch
Cat let’s nature
Take its course
Predator and prey alike
Know not when
It’s time to strike
Teeth are sharp
Their eyes are keen
Vicious when
They feel the need
Fierce and quick
Reflexes sound
Much softer than
A cats meow
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Dr Peter Lim
Late autumn
just a fallen yellow leaf
why do you stop
to look-- then reluctantly leave?
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Amanda
Cactus blooming red,
matches the blood in my veins,
hauntingly precious.
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Dr Peter Lim
This morning
the plants and flowers
look so different, bending
after the heavy showers-

the songs that the birds sing
are new in harmonious chorus
my heart throbs in rapturing
in some mysterious gladness
 Oct 2020 Traci Sims
Dr Peter Lim
The night
holds its breath
watching people
walking in stealth
whispering
to one another-
it hides away
when a torch
shines in its way
but reappears later

it will not sleep
stories it must gather
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