Vera Sidhwa Poems

I walked on a cloud numbered nine today,
And swam against a curving wave.
I smelled a flower not yet named.
I wrote a book not yet read.
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Mid-rainbow color and cooler of eyes,
With it's companion color crayon,
Whose swiping movements on paper describes a leaf,
And also, the transactional color in blanks.
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You silly person,
You put your arm around me,
Then flung me away,
Just to make me recover from tripping.
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He entered into battle with a blunt edged sword,
But he did not know quite why.
His sword selection was done without motive,
To battle and kill his fellow man.
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Your hair is wavy and your eyes are bright,
You look so beautiful at night,
Well, I can't stand you,
I'd like to be pretty too.
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Blanked out and whited out,
Rainbow's colors bounced out.
Chalk white and snowman white.
Lack of colors is blanca.
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I slackened the string of my kite,
Flying above a Third World nation.
Atop warm sands of the Arabian Sea.
How high it climbed I couldn't see.
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The girl that went to sea,
Never came back to me,
For the wind was so strong
And it blew so long,
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The red racecar drove so fast,
On the fourth round it didn't last.
For it's tires collapsed and then went flat.
Where the shaking shocked driver had sat,
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I fought in nighttime mountains,
In a foreign exotic land.
It's occupation frightened me,
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