…a poem by Sena Quashie Clear Silence | by j.crasselt Listening to my alter ego I forget my wishes It is not niceWhen the choking gray blueOf that life sentenceUnder the yoke of the windIs not a choice But he must be wise in praying He, who relies on the Grace of God Be my last friend standing Though …
Calm funerary monumentstramples the parched ground of this deserts. The recoiled shadowy boredomsubmerges this incautious verziere of dreams. Again the black flow of timedefeated the chariots of the shining ageand overturned in muddy fords. Imbued in this fabric of memoriesthe present of my dubious certainties,a worn edgeof worn-out yearswhere the past is painand the wait …
…a poem by Sena Quashie Tonight the moon dances with laziness; As well as beautyOn the cushions of many who dream. With its dull light like a distracted handIt caresses the outlines of ourselves as we fall asleep. On the satin back of the soft avalanches, Dying, she surrenders to the long swoon, And walks in our eyes, a white …
To my Nightmare
Everyday, at every night
You can’t break me down
I won’t surrender
In the stillness of the night
I hear you all too well
But I will not open my eyes
I will fight
When its just me and you
I’ll awake to find myself asleep
Every night we will dance and when I wake;
We’ll both disappear
I won’t fight no more
I will surrender.
2014. May / Sena Quashie
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