REM-Embering my LED
One rests by the comforting glow of silk cloaked amber;
dreams of the orange sun draped just beyond.
Eyelids ridged, rippled;
promises.
Someone desperately dials a number.
Hastily at first then patiently and finally with angry disparity.
The screen flashes;
white then red then a yellow warning and finally — black out.
Shadows on the edge, amber just beyond.
Iris draped tight.
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Author's Note
Another micro-poem from a collection that is finding its way in various journals. This has been published in Issue 22 of Literary Orphans recently.
Other stories by Jamal H. Iqbal
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Excellent.
Thank you Samuel. Tis from the same set as the one that you so kindly chose to feature.
(and i found out today that you did)
Digital despair. *
:) thanks matt! as always, you're very kind.
It would be interesting to see the set in its entirety.