I am a white African. Contradiction in terms? I think not. Sometimes my blog will be serious; sometimes sad; sometimes irreverent; sometimes witty; always my truth simply written.
When the rhythm is just right
do not falter at all
allow your bodies to take flight
to rise, then soar, then fall
‘midst -
gasping
groaning
grinding
panting
pleading
praying,
Well written.
ReplyDeleteThanks dustus. As I said, I cheated 'cos I posted old poems...
ReplyDeleteAh a great rhythm in this poem
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing with One Shoot
Moonie smiles
Oh, powerful rhythm in this piece, begging God for more... wow.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting. Much gratitude. :D
ReplyDeleteI missed your comment on my blog! It was flagged as possible spam...Not Spam! said I...
ReplyDeleteIts nice to read your writing and comments here, my blog and on FB as well!
I feel we share a passion for short form and syllable counting : )
Ummm...I liked it! Got a stir from me!
ReplyDeleteOh well!
ReplyDeleteThis is more powerful than it seems :)
Isn't this how even life goes on?
Smiles xx