Swept

Poem by Laila Ali Haid

The guile to brush the opening of the day,

The swept in news concerning the lover's play,

The night seeking under bedsits in blues to fortnights of calm,

A whistling of a heart so tender and dumb,

The rush to frantic hopes of enveloping changes,

Progression so far and few in the lies of the daytime,

Righting a hardship so foregone in the low feelings of this year,

I am swept by the moods so psychedelic, 

The harder days here lark to me a song swept in eyes so tired.

Sunrise

Poem by Laila Ali Haid

The kind time in the noon,

The timid motion to the sunrise before the bottles are finished,

Hard days in the garment we sewed,

The brackets of equality downpouring from hope,

The hard shoes in the weeping likeness to time,

My rights are seen in the envelopes of named attempts,

For love in liberty,

For graceful sweeping fears in the brocaded sheaths,

Itself drawn down the back,

It is repeated in the days of bleak sunrises.