kennedy musyoka

Rookie (Nairobi)

Scribes - Poem by kennedy musyoka

I write from my heart, of
joy gay and hurt,
Of endings sorrow deep
feeling right from the
start,
My pen is my chisel my
mind is the hammer in
this sculpure or art,
The depth of the curve
the length of the shaft iv
mastered the slice to the
cut,
my third arm it has
become am now a
master at that,
at the end of the day
what i intended to see is
a work of art,
The flow of the poem
and expression of the
thoughts is achieved
word by word,
That why we write it
deep write it shallow but
its all from the heart..

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 29, 2012



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