by Noel Ihebuzor
Hold me strong
So that I vibrate
Hard non-stop
You the same,
but sad I watch your eyes speak
thoughts of another
The facts your
eyes sing differ from mine
the smooth truths
tumbling from
your lips are covers that hide
the truths in your soul
Facts and truths
exist, truths unfurl
change with time
children of
perspectives, emotions and
needs seeking strong stoke
Trying to experiment with Shadorma as a form – but this is a disaster! Critics, the singer and not the song, or should it be the other way round?
Reflections 
If that is a disaster, curious to see your successes.
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Trent, many thanks. You are very kind and your comments encourage me.
Grateful
Noel
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Noel–I love this! No disaster here, but a resounding success!
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Wow, Susan! Really encouraging that you liked it.
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I love the tenderness in here, the passion, and the sadness. Well done, with very few strokes of the brush. Actually, well done is a little weak–I should call it what it is–masterful writing!
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wonderful strokes – I mean your comments
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N, this is stunning. Must be honest though, my heart wants to cry. Sad
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Thanks, Rhonda. Glad it spoke to you!
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Hi Noel,
It’s great – and you tripled it!
I saw it on Twitter yesterday so I liked it then, but just calling by to leave you a proper comment, and I have to agree with what the others are saying. This is very moving – especially the first two stanzas, they are really strong.
Great, Noel! 🙂
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Thanks, Anne. I am so happy that you liked it.
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