Penitence Poem

Perseverance, penitence and patience,
All in my eyes just above its lids,
It is a strain for the chequered self,
The metaphysical discourse to good ratios,
A balance between the soul and act,
Shifting frames to a crystalline speech
The heart is stalemate with its vessel
Eat and live
Is to live to eat grain?
Or the penitence that flows from eye lids,
To another clean afternoon anchoring good reason
To strong faith?

- by me, Laila Ali Haid

On my way

Scrolls leisurely compete with time

I am on my way to a precision.

Marking the temporal in it all -

shrub and faint roses,

crystallizing moon phases,

Ocean floors,

Ebony doors

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The hock mark
that made contextual my appearance
at your front door
marching all the way from
hushed beds of forest
to the sandy limits of an epiphany
I see a crystalline outpouring
From your weirdly glazed door
It projects the message
I've been waiting for
"To eternity through you
has motion from the wheels of
some grace".


- By Laila Ali Haid

Big sis

Top of the tree stares down

I crank my neck, with a question

“Do apples float swaying from your branches

In a descent timed to gusts of direction

This way and that angle

Oscillating between all balances?”

The apple is ripened

The sun coddled it

The branches summon the apple

“my sister, the nestled seed in your centre

Is us, the sun

And the answer”.

The tree is my big sis

And the seed has departed, it will be sufficed.

-by me, Laila Ali Haid

Abiding Love

The wind locks me into a process

The points of the stars twinkle in protest

I am not she you are not we

The grit under my nails have biological life

I am dormant to cupid bows that crash in strife

Please hug me I’m happy and need consolation

To succour the change to empty glasses and full lotions.

Landlocked by freedom, chained to elitism

As I glide to the fences of love

Hitting a woody undertone and billows of exhalation

I come to terms with my dissonant exertion.

- By Laila Ali Haid