Poem: A Poet’s message
In the absence of a message
A poet weaves patterns with words
To illuminate the intricate world of words
And this becomes his or her message
Words are messengers
Not to be compared to passengers
Riding the blank skies of time
Like raindrops, words carry the life-giving force
In small droplets, words are poured down
Sometimes as a drizzle
That soothes the mind
Other times words come as a flood
To submerge us in their path
And take us to the ocean of consciousness
Where we will come face to face with our true selves
And sometimes shed a tear
Or embrace our nakedness
It’s not sadness or happiness
That a poet seeks
A poet’s message is full of wonders
It’s not a secret that Poets are dreamers
But then the dream has to appear in daylight
And the poet will scoop it up with his shovel
And carefully plant it into your heart
It’s not just a marvel
It’s a message for you
From the skies of consciousness
©Kenneth Maswabi
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