Moment To Moment
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Moment to moment | with every breath, | every inhale and exhale, | no longer the same. | A little foetus | inside the womb, | cells multiplying exponentially, | a new human being.
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Moment to moment | with every breath, | every inhale and exhale, | no longer the same. | A little foetus | inside the womb, | cells multiplying exponentially, | a new human being.
HASAN ZIA ❏ Day after day | From the great lake of darkness | Wave after wave | This gruesome depression! | There’s a black hole | Lurking inside my chest | Draining all light, my life – | Leaving me empty and bitter
SHANNON CHRISTIE ❏ The crying girl | Does she cry for you? | Does she cry for me? | It’s a game she plays – | Is it for you? |
Is it for me? | This crying game | It’s not what it seems.
ISHRAT CHOWDHURY ❏ I was sitting in a quiet corner of a park, enjoying the cool breeze from the lake when I heard a hot debate from a nearby thick bush. I wondered who was there. I did not see any humans around. I was curious and listened keenly.
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Four seasons, Four elements, Four directions, Four aspects of being. 4 the little children, 4 the spirits who live on, 4 the families who grieve, 4 the Indigenous tribes of Turtle Island.
FAID SHAHABUDDEEN ❏ A beautiful and heavenly creation on earth, Gradually evolved since the last ice age, Such is the magnificent splendor of Niagara Falls, A MOST SPECTACULAR AND IMPRESSIVE SIGHT.
ISHRAT CHOWDHURY ❏ I was sitting in a park near a brook below, I heard thousands of melodious sounds, Songbirds, chirping birds, whispering of winds all around, It is a nature’s precious gift for me and you.
SAJEDA MANZOOR ❏ She walked on the straight path, She found the destination, She walked on the crooked, And hard pebbles, She found her goals, The various roles of her life, She found peace inside her soul.
MIRANDA WONG ❏ A stone, alone, No purpose, no spark, Once paired or joined, Strength, purpose intact, Its hard side shaved away, By mighty currents of water, Cut, shattered by metal blades, Or crushed to granular matter.
LINA ISMAIL ALHABAHBEH ❏ A voice from sky A voice from heaven Your voice, mother Calls me at nights of tiredness And moments of longing I hear it, I wish you were close to hug you to kiss you But the distances are far So far away, mother Between us are mountains, rivers and oceans And a vast space But you are always here Here with me in my heart I feel you are close, very close