She’s walking past
And guess what is making the sounds: her bust
I am thinking fast
This flower, mine, a must
But in my head, words crash and blast
Would these words rust?
Without making me a cast?
I must be in the land of lust
Nervous pest
Do you? Do you mind taking a rest?
Please let me be my best
Being unjustly under arrest
In your bloody nest
Is making me a jest
To my wishes and quest.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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One reply on “ADMIRER’S ARREST”
The rhyming is simply magical. The poem in itself is deep. The infusion of desire with words rusting and lost in a lust land is purely mind’s eye traveling.
Kudos!
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