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Welcome to Poetry 2 Ponder!  We’re here to treat you to excellent poetry from talented poets.  From now on, we will be posting at least once a week.  Feel free to comment if there is a poem which inspired you, relaxed you, related to you, or otherwise affected you.  I’d prefer if our readers leave the negativity at home.  Opinions on the poems and how they made you feel are welcome.  Any personal attacks on any writers will not be tolerated and will be deleted.  All poems unless otherwise noted are by Trevor Witt.  All poems are copyrighted by their authors.

About today’s poets:

Alexandra Hohmann is a teacher in Los Angeles, has been the facilitator of In the Words of Womyn (ITWOW) at Tia Chucha’s Centro Cultural and Bookstore, and can be seen at open mic nights there and elsewhere throughout the San Fernando Valley.  You can ask her if you can purchase her collection of poems entitled Wild Heart by contacting her via facebook at http://www.facebook.com/alex.hohmann.58.

Fathmath Sana is a CPA who lives in the Maldives.  She is an amazing poet whose blog I came across serendipitously while trying to find the author to another poem.  You can find her poems posted on her blog at http://www.boxofdaydreams.blogspot.com/.

“Instead of Sleep” by Alexandra Hohmann

Instead of sleep,
she tidies the tiny space she calls her own,
positions a Goodwill chair to cover another
fist-sized hole in the wall,
Instead of sleep,
she pushes through a third shift,
light-headed and bleary-eyed,
sweeping the dingy diner floor.
Instead of sleep,
she lets a man inside her —
maybe just to dull the ache —
wonders about things like
self-worth
honesty and
love.

She dreams in the daytime,
lets the light caress her,
dreams soaring dreams
fueled by ambition and travel,
dreams of a chance to leave the never-ending
carousel ride.
She dreams under the sun,
guarded, patient,
of the day she can finally
sleep.

“Knots” by Fathmath Sana

Its frozen,
The clouds, the sky,
the movement of the tides
Its cold, the icy breath
Of loneliness I breathe
In a steely sigh
Drifting like pale smoke
Fading away
Into the broken sky
The lost echoes
Of a distant memory
Humming, just drones
Like my limbs and bones
all drag on the
Cold hard ground
And time
Is like the wisps
of all that’s left
Tying up strings of kisses
Into tidy knots
to tuck away
To hide away
From all that’s bitter
And I breathe in
and hold onto my knots
Its all of you,
your breath and laugh,
your warmth and touch
all strings that’s tied
me so tightly to you.