My heart

Poem Body

you were my dējàvu
I was your gladiolus
on a pashmina my dreams were wooven
wishing we could have a pas de deux

rapidly I feel my pleura plunge
then I retreat to plodding
and I surmise
it must be my malevolence in encumbrance

am I displaying bigotry
or stoicism
confusion as the order of the day
I cut my coat giving my heart a second coat

whatever the case may be
I conced
my heart is now chargē dàf-faires
now am back to the drawing board

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

Region, Country: Nigeria, NGA

Favorite Poets: Alfred Tennyson, Woke Soyinka, Niyi Osundare, Juanita Bell

It seems to me that you are using what you feel are "odd" and "little known" words withy which you are not very familiar. But I could be mistaken.

"chargē dàf-faires" I fear is totally wrong. It's "charge d'affaires".

I hope you are not offended by my comments.

Thanks for the awareness