Nassy Fesharaki Poems

The carpets

That carpet, blue-white
Truly was great
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Un-man-kind

It is winter
Cold, muddy and snow
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Moccasin

Like the mist of cascade she landed
Like the fogs and clouds she landed
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I'm drunk

Job enters with fingers
I am lake
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Out of print

Not just words,
She throws the bullets out of mouth:
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Halifax crime

Taghar was container of clay
Inside glazed.
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Wet Husk

I have seen ants and bees
In harvest and farming
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My grandma

Grandma was Hoora
An angel like her name,
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Anniversary

Six years gone words remain
They’ve gone deep; are bullets
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Sudden

Slowly; peacefully on its walk
Did not know what it was
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