FROM A DISTANT

That distant stare carries lots of flux
her aura creates subtle feelings
the look on her face augurs well
though we seem like jupiter an mars
even stil i could be her superman
i am so invisible around her
but so conspicuous from a distant
she plays her game afield
$ i wish to augument the duration
incredible she is,
her eyes are full of ballads
but these i never get to hear.
She's a berry out of my reach
and i am told it's impossible
still i remain the sceptic
it's only a puzzle i must solve
i am the snail moving up her turret
it takes just the ticks
she's a great hurricane
and i wouldn't mind being the iroko
i would ever lithe to her twirl



Poetry by Ikhalo Efose
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Written on 2011-11-02 at 22:20

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Ooh... I like this :-)
A captivating piece, each line tempting onwards as surely as the snail's progress, slow but sure. A wealth of imagery and a wonderful climax in the hurricane. And I learned a new word: iroko, a large hardwood.
Applause!
2011-11-02