Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen Poet Ghazal

Thee Abortion

Leaving the train left us rattled 
braising sounds abruptly heightened 
my senses measured completely
beneath sullen moments within 
quiet calmness thee essence of

Arlington cemetery the hidden forestry 
catering to tiny mounds and trees 
industrial findings nestled crawdads 
flew out sparingly creating winged mesh 
emptiness covered in insects flesh

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Sam Kauffman June 23, 2023 at 12:21 PM Greetings Yolanda! I am so glad I found your poetry with its rich images," braising sounds," and metaphors. Your words create a strong scene and framework for your theme. So glad to have met you. Looking forward to reading more of your work. All the best. Blessings. Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen January 6, 2024 at 5:46 PM Thanks a bunch for your warm comment