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An Hour Ago: poems by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

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An Hour Ago

An hour ago I’d dozed upon

the thought I could leave all

those unwanted memories

behind as if they were stuffed

away in the toe room of a worn

shoe so they could no longer

ever touch me and I could

breathe in the scent of a dahlia

that, when once a bud, sighed

itself open into a flower. Only

heartfelt prayers sent to heaven,

and leaves flying rapturously

in the wind when autumn

begins closing in.


A Snowy Dawn

In the midst of a snowy dawn

and its budding light, the spicy

scent of cold and ice, I listened

to the morning’s silence when

there was little more than a whisper

on the wind, time stretching out

like a map before me, God’s white-

gloved hands above, before life

rises with a murmur. This gave me

my most quiet hours, the morning

still so cushioned by sleep.


Bobbi Sinha-Morey's poetry has appeared in a wide variety of places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’s Fountain, The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine, Miller’s Pond, The Tau, Vita Brevis, Cascadia Rising Review, Old Red Kimono, and Woods Reader. Her books of poetry are available at and her work has been nominated for The Best of the Net Anthology in 2015, 2018, and 2020, as well as having been nominated for The Pushcart Prize in 2020. Her website is located at:

August 2021 issue

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29 ago 2021

These are lovely.

"scent of a dahlia

that, when once a bud, sighed

itself open into a flower."

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