Poem: How are you dear Poet?
In the highway of consciousness
It’s not easy to stop and listen
But some have stopped in the middle of a poem
And some have listened in the middle of the night
It was not the flow of the poem or the silence of the night
It was the spirit shifting from joy to sorrow
It’s not easy to stop the flow of the poem
But sometimes one has to stop and wipe away the tears
It’s a painful experience to listen to the flow of tears
Unlike the flow of a waterfall, tears are full of sadness
How are you dear Poet?
It’s my simple way of checking on you
Away from the open chapters of poetry
Away from the lakes of ink
It’s my way of telling you that I care
Not only for your magical rivers of poetry
But for the beautiful life that you carry
I hope this is not a sad poem
That opens the flood of tears
Casting a blanket of sorrow
Into the inner recesses of consciousness
Sometimes, it’s entirely okay to be sad or to cry
Also, it’s okay to laugh and smile
You deserve the full plate of accolades
You are blessed
Thank you
©Kenneth Maswabi
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