John kago

Rookie - 210 Points (Nairobi)

On My Lonely Desk - Poem by John kago

here I sit on my desk, once more.
its a peculiar habit, but i find it peaceful
maybe its the feel of my legs,
swinging freely, sweetly concluding the days rugged walk.
maybe its the feel of my notebook,
resting safely on my lap, quietly freeing my mind and pen.

I'm thinking of the day that's about to pass
also of the day that surely follows
you and I find ourselves in between times' giant hourglass,
the days slowly sifting through its thin neck
its soundless, effortless it escapes our minds eye.
its the quiet that reminds me of its existence.
I often envy the birds and beasts out there,
for its not within them to think this way
they just are.

with time maybe I'll get the answers I seek
for now I'm content with the task at hand
I hope its worthwhile. for me and for you.
on my desk I will to sleep, also I pray
for guidance as I lay down this restless, weary soul.

Topic(s) of this poem: time


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 27, 2016


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