Tuesday, April 03, 2007

5 poems

In a jelly bustling city ground
Would bean foliage dot com
Create a skywards
Concealed shelter!

My eyes milking crowds softly
Yearing till grew numb
Whims bundled with summer's end
Hot – hand sown- burned snow

Soon mist emerged
Trillion passing hot
Heavenly shapes
searching for
Love's averted face

And in summer's silky
Sun crysalized windows
Nature's art bids
New sparkling jade,
Artist's chameleon maps
highlighting my dimpled laugh

Northern lights float
Much to break nerves
Strike land's tingling curves
Look at hopes crossed well
For nothing seems on time!

Laila Neihoum