Your Song, My Song

Your song
spun gold, shimmers
molecular, as it
shimmies over to me, makes me
quiver.

My song
challenges yours
blue-toned, honey-gold, soft
then whip sharp, shrieking, the heavens-
-open.

Eurydice Sings the Blues, Acrylic on Canvas, © N. Nazir 2017

Cinquain poems ♯11, ♯12

© N. Nazir 2020

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