Living

Living short poem

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They didn’t fear the violence in the sky
Rare in Seattle, a dark parade of corybantic
Beasts where there’s often a light grey
Ceiling. It came on in a pinwheel, blotting
Every point on the rose in its turn before
Turning loose a deluge thick as clotted cream
Hail bouncing off mossy limbs, albino fleas
Stampeding to burst cherry blossoms, snarl
Traffic. Customers in shoe stores and bars
Crowded windows and ducked through doors
To huddle under awnings and take instantly
Forgettable pictures while the soaked woman
With the baby stroller waited imprisoned
Beneath an overhang guarded by a pair
Of gushing downspouts. Her back to the flood
She comforted her baby from the thunder
While the gutters swelled to overflow
Until the sun admitted defeat and slipped
Below the horizon like a deposed monarch

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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A mother would always protect her child, no matter what.

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