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He Shook Her World
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
For she was yet to learn his language, spun.
And it was her first time under its spell
Of silent drifts that muted out the sun.
For she was drama borne on crested waves.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
He sought to claim the native of the caves
As if to see her risen from a shell.
He heard the siren’s words & knew them well
Upon the ocean wind of lyrics sown.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
Would either be for love or lover flown.
And when at last for Fate to lay its wreath,
His voice reciting with the tidal swell,
She laid down arrows and her quiver’s sheath,
The time he shook her world the day snow fell.
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Published 23rd Apr 2019
Author's Note
Day Twenty-three of Thirty.
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•tommy
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•tommy
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29th Apr 2019 6:09pm
*smiles*
Rising from the crest of a wave could never be anything short of dramatic.
And thanks for coming in for a read, Poet, yes - the Quatern can be elegance’ personified.
Rising from the crest of a wave could never be anything short of dramatic.
And thanks for coming in for a read, Poet, yes - the Quatern can be elegance’ personified.
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Astounding. I got goosebumps just reading. This could be a great love ballad. You need a composer right away.
11th May 2019 12:49pm
Thank you, Mahmudul, that’s so terribly kind of you. As it has always been with me as a poet/ writer, I enjoy writing lyrics from time to time. However, I’ve never been successful at writing music. I hear wonderful original music in my mind often enough - sometimes writing new poems as I listen to it in my head - but never able to write it down as a musical score. Still, many readers of mine over the years ( since I was 13-14 years old ) have called me a “lyrical” poet, which turns out to be true, I’m honored to say.
11th May 2019 12:56pm
No doubt about that. I know when a poem is lyrical enough to be turned into music. As I'm quite a music enthusiast myself. Maybe not the type everyone listens to. But, I always love good romantic songs. And I could seriously feel the notes while reading this piece. Bless, my dear friend.
