kowque
kowque
Oct 01, 2012

my offer

There we are, awash in velvet shadows
I mumble clumsily through my offerings of my soul.
The night feels spun on so much promise
The warm air feels too forgiving,
So willing to wrap itself around us
Raise us upon its back,into another time,another fable.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: ZAF

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Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 6 months ago

"My Offer"
Your feelings hidden within the shadows that are legion, in places where freedom is only a word that covers many sins.
A good write on a theme of quiet response to ones own situation where you feel unable to change lives of those around you.
This is prevalent in Africa, I spent 12 years in South Africa it effected my blood by getting in there, and all those things, places and people I had to leave behind. I feel for your ways but you can change them village by village, and then town by town, then the big cities, but change them for the right thing not some false God that many seem to need,
Yours Ian.T

docmaverick

...I felt that the night was so inviting to "this couple of the moment" that, they couldn't help throwing caution to the wind! I may be all wrong but, I AM at home "flying high by the seat of my pants"-(so to speak); and that was why I made my first comment. Please advise, Kowque.
docmaverick.

kowque

I was in literal virgin territory, trying to make sense of giving up my body to someone else. It was a warm night and that's why it felt so inviting. Now,10 years later, I'm wiser