Gaylord Munemo

Rookie - 136 Points (20 May 1991 / Masvingo)

The Indulgence - Poem by Gaylord Munemo

Like being in the right place, at least;
Like being in the wrong mood, at most;
Moving with determinism like a beast,
Approaching a prey to make a feast,
Coopted, its an indulgence

Like a tree planted across the river,
With the cold, it does not shiver,
The flowers, the fruits it deliver,
The seasons, the leaves it recover,
Corelated, its the indulgence

Moving with the wind, suspension
Slowing in speed, reaction,
Its a dilemma indeed, temptation
It was yellow then red, variation
Cooperation, its the indulgence

Was it painting pictures on walls,
Or maybe picturing paints on walls,
Some called it pronounced casuality,
Others said a denounced formality,
A smooth perfidy of reality,
Conglomeration, its the indulgence

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A dedication to Steph McBride

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 13, 2012

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