Time’s Mirage
white skies
a pebble in my palm
grows cool
fading footprints
through spins of winter fog
time’s spirals
the hands of the clock
become a blur
reflection
of my random beliefs
water mirage
cast stone
ripples through the statue
zero gravity
I disown
my shadows
John Hawkhead, England
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
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The Wandering Moon
floating
a pale hand opens
in the darkness
evening prayer
dust settles in the bowl
twilight birdsong
constellations expand
in the miso
visibility
of my anonymity
flickering light
candle moments
moving about the eaves
midnight dream
the farside
of the moon
John Hawkhead, England
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
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Memory Echoes
another day
moving through the city
wind song
through orange clouds
echoing migratory birds
shifting light
a change in resonance
from tilting stones
back home late
his sweaty palms
on the door handle
creaked floorboard
the grain of a secret
door ajar
I let go
of his memory
John Hawkhead, England
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
