Poetry — Jaime Blake Nash

Jaime Blake Nash

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Jaime Blake Nash

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Glaciers

The doubt that rose

And stung my eyes

Brimmed on the edge of lashes

As the lush greens tapered

And the rocks jagged by

The mountains parted

If only briefly to show their pass

Through snow and sand piled high

As the sun beat down

And burned me away

I knew then I was free

For the tears that fell

I mourned my former self

And I changed with the glaciers around me

Delta

Hanging over the ocean

Everything I said I wouldn’t be, I am

Metal twisted with my emotion

A bird’s-eye view of my own bullshit

Longing for sleep in the skies above

I push even the clouds away

My loneliness smothering my love

So full nothing else will fit

Blurred movements down below

Lives complete with purpose

Stories that I’ll never know

I’ll find mine when the clouds drift

Kif Kif

A breeze billows the kaftan of a little girl on a bicycle

Soccer balls kick up dust on the streets of the Médina

And bright colored tiles climb the walls of bodegas

As the sun paints the sky orange setting behind the mosque

Hands faded with symbols of love and faith

Vibrant fabrics cover the floors of shops inside the souk

And voices mingle in foreign languages across the square

As the horns begin to blow signaling it’s time for prayer

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Fantasy Drive

Yellow lines dash furiously behind

A blurred trail tracking me

As I carefully follow

Tracing the routes with balding tires

Rust on door handles

Matched by cracked leather

A cd in the dash plays music

Bruised by surface scratches

But the songs still flow

And the bass still rattles

As my hands thrum on the steering wheel

Halos ring street lamps

As if the light is calling me

This way, it says, beckoning

Begging me to lose the map

Green signs riddled with faded white

And rest stops long forgotten