To turn the scotching sun down..
Awaken the glow of moonlight hour..
In sleepy hallow..
With candle lighting, courtesy of..
Provided by the firefly, free before dawn ..
When did love become my quest..
My run a mile and to, with skips of beat..
With heart's drums beats, in sounds alike ..
What's with the adrenaline feel ..
Pounding for the sight of her aurora .
Yea though, thought by man ..
To walk through fire balls, on bare foot ..
And of her perserved weakness..
In man's thinking, religion plays it part ..
I became undone in her presence ..
And my Achilles hill ..
Keys, of my heart's vulnerability ..
Given to her by The Maker ..
What did she do ..
To bring the scotching sun down..
With candle lighting, courtesy of..
Provided by the firefly, free before dawn..
What did she do..
I like the second stanza a lot. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteYou pull the reader through from beginning to end. A great sense of the sound of poetry and unusual word combinations that don't seem too far-fetched.
ReplyDeleteNice flow and rhythm. Liked the similies you use here, takes me to another place.
ReplyDeleteShan
@awdures
Nice one shot
ReplyDeletei loved the ending, reflective stanza..what did she do...and why does love make us do this...the craziness...a wonderful write, wonderful flow..cheers pete
ReplyDeleteFunny how these things happen to us - I think men are especially vulnerable in that aspect.
ReplyDelete(Just as Adam!)
Nice One Shot, Kodjo!
Dear Kodjo
ReplyDeleteGood one, and your developing the theme is so beautiful till the end. I liked it.
Thanks for sharing...
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Om Namah Shivaya
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Nice, One Shot. I too liked the 2nd stanza the best, though the entire piece had a ring of truth for me. It happens to women too, I assure you.
ReplyDeleteAgree!Love the second stanza the best!But the flow from the start brought me till the end!
ReplyDeleteLove the visual,too!!Amazing!