Of Poets And Artists Poem by Wensislaus Mbirimi

I hear musician's voice resonating melodiously over guitar reefs,
The scribblings of my pen on paper I'm hoping it's creating;
A mellow mood on the surface of your mind's serene reef.
The way you move to the beat,
Should be same way my rhymes and poetry affect your heart beat.
As I see you humming song words by heart,
I too hope one day to hear mine poetry recited by part.

As I see you set up an easel in your studio,
Deliberately choosing paint brushes, setting canvas on the patio
Bringing to life by deft strokes.
I marvel and wonder at the power the hand with the brush evokes.
I muse if with paper and pen and deep thinking,
Like an artist I too can call forth a life like image with feeling.
I'm a poet but like an artist striving to bring forth,
By spin of words a butterfly out of a moth.

Who to best the beauty in the melody chorusing from the forest,
With doves cooing, humming birds chirping adding flavour to the orchestra of the forest.
If only my pen in poetry could draw similar sounds in ink.
I will try to recite prose and verse to create same as I speak.
Nature in its splendour and glory being squeezed to fit on paper.
If successful then bring the award for I'm more a poet than I favour.

If I can paint a portrait fit to display in a gallery,
Play a melody suiting the twitting of birds in an aviary,
All done through the droppings of my pen,
Then a poet from within would have awoken.