Poetic Surgery Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It is not the scalpel
But words
That pieces the psyche
Not blood
Dripping from the perforated skin
But joy, sorrow, love…
Flowing from the river of eternity
I am a poetic surgeon
And every bit of my being is submerged in spirit
It's not unusual to dissect through the thick skull of poetry
And open the can of mystery
It is common to leave poets alone
In their theatre of madness
But yet again, poets are tributaries
Leading into the sea of our collective consciousness
In my operation room
Silence is music
And Love is the outcome
Cutting deep into the fabric of consciousness
Life is remodelled and the spirit is freed
The well of happiness is punctured
And joy flows unhindered
Sometimes it's the tears that have to flow
To wash away the pain
And reinvigorate the mind
It's an honour to touch your spirit
And see you laugh (sometimes cry)
It's not uncommon to dig deep
Into the heart of poetry
And find the truth
The truth hurts
But yet again it will set you free

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