Two Artists

Two Artists short poem

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my daughter
when I die
at the moment of my death
I will cease to be
a gemstone wrapped
in layers of pastry
baked for a lifetime
to have those brittle
sediments crushed
then scattered
into the invisible wind
of sentience

my daughter
well you might cry
because that voice
that made you laugh
comforted you
teased and tickled
to the point of madness
is truly gone
but that thing
which made the voice
and drove those
tickling fingers
will still be left

my daughter
when you die
we’ll meet again
in a form or fashion
neither of us can anticipate
two artists
in love with each other
meeting at last
there is nothing more frightening
or beautiful
I can conceive

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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

Such beauty in this relationship of piety and love, the hope of the future forever together, thrilling and peaceful.


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