A kind review of my poetry on “Dancing with Fireflies”

Intriguing poet

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“Very good natured and extremely sweet, Kushtrim and I laughed about my silly mistake and I actually spent some time looking at his blog.  Kushtrim didn’t write just one amazing piece, but many pieces that have a beautiful flow and melody to them. I have stubbornly claimed not to like poetry, but I am hard-pressed to find anything I don’t like about his work. Not to mention, upon meeting him.. his peaceful heart flows from him into his words. And I have to admit it, I had a fangirl moment.  I was a little scrambled and hopefully he won’t hold that against me.”

Here you can find the complete review Dancing with Fireflies

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My own Creator

When you struck me,i vibrated like a kettle drum
then as smaller percussions and repercussions
echoing from all the glassy surfaces
creating a balletic geometry of sound tracks
in space and time.

When you knocked me down,
I fell against her and her and her;
we were like a row of skittles
and we all went down with the lifeboat;
the infinite chain of being is.

When you hit me,the Fall spread across the world
Now there is no Vertical
All is undivine and graceless.
By the Rod it’s ruled

When you left me,I left myself,the world,the rocks,dry land
I weighed down sank to the ocean bed
with coral eyes
gazing.

When you struck my mind
I became an instrument of a foreign power
Singing a song I didn’t kmow.

When the glass was smashed
the splinters flew into all our hearts.
You didn’t know what we couldn’t see.

I lay on barren ground and gave birth
To my own Creator in the desert.
He was not dead at all.

Did you kill him?