Life Poem by priscah Mutswenje

Life is a story.
A day marks a steady start
some foundation part.
A sturdy ground and just
move, stirs the desire.
A bright day comes and the mist
Rests to let a great fire

It may start with a tragedy
that slowly builds a comedy
And later a myths
or a legend


It may be great in the day
And a narrative to tell
yet in the night it may fail
to sail. Then turns out faint
or dim or gay. The liver will wail
or pray or say it should never paint
me as this or hey


the call might be distanced
that nobody hears
and no-one cares
the prayer might me chanced
egocentric and bitter
that in vain you become a sitter
counting minutes, days and years
Life is a story

for those whose life is a poem
brief and flowery
sensing and caressing
minding their steps
providing support
to the emotions, thoughts, and reasoning
Lucky you.

For life is a long.... story
Long that the liver
It climbs, ascends
it descends when there is no time
to pick the bones and add flesh
It draws the irony and oxymoron
it builds antithesis, and twists the anaphora