Monthly Archives: November 2024

Selected Lines

Each of these lines appeared in a poem of mine.

The page was starving white. Do flowers know when they are dying? Dawn may be a few generations away. Beauty is the electrical field that gives poetry its magnetic force. I think of a poem as an exhibitionist muse flashing her ankle. Feminism preceded the human race in the form of wildflowers. Decisive like a daybreak, sober like a Monday. An eagle can only see forward. © 2025 Mohamed Chaouchi. All rights reserved.

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