The Bond Of Poetry Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I went into the mysterious realm of poetry
Expecting to be gobbled up by a million hungry poets
In their daily foraging for words
To be made into fodder
And be broken
Into tiny pieces of me
To be deflated
And be emptied
Of all hope

But poetry is a special place
A place for dreamers, seekers, lovers and mystics
It is an insane place
A place full of Love
A beautiful place
A realm between the spirit and the flesh
A place where you are free to express your innermost feelings
A place where words are the only living things
Colourful and full of interesting stories
Magnetic and explicit
Capable of real life drama

Poets are beautiful people
Searching deep in the ocean of consciousness
Looking for all species of words
Beyond our dictionaries, Wikipedia and encyclopaedias
Poets are bonded together
By the bond of poetry
The inability to leave words alone
The obsession with sharpening words into meaningful objects
And making them into spears, hearts or sometimes tears
Poets are continuously weaving words together
Into beautiful baskets of knowledge, understanding and wisdom