Poem: Poetic arteries

It’s not a restless mind

Pouring out the waters of poetry

It is a barren world

That prays for the truth

It’s the silence within

That pours nothingness

Into the vase of life

It’s the heart of Love

That scribbles sweetness

Into the fabric of existence

It’s the beacon of hope

That creates the poet’s message

It’s the emptiness

That opens the river of passion

It’s the sorrow

That holds the mirror closer

It’s the joy

That removes the hideous scars of life

It’s the sunshine

That illuminates the poem

It’s the moonlight

That hides the nakedness of time

It’s the Love

That inhabits the well of life

©Kenneth Maswabi