The Cud Of Poetry Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Poetry is a sensational meal
Consumed in the privacy of one's heart
Like succulent black berries
Poetry arises from the higher branches of consciousness
Fully formed and richly flavoured with sweetness
It's quite an experience to chew on the cud of poetry
From juicy particles of ripe poetic fruits
To the most delicious taste of poetic nectar
Poetry has limitless tastes
All folded under the elongated tongue of our minds
It's our consciousness that chooses the best poetic meals
Preparing a banquet for our ever expanding audience
It's a buffet full of all kinds of exotic poetic foods
Poetry is planted in our hearts
Its petals fully coloured
Its roots buried deep in our soul
It's a spectacle to witness the unfolding petals of poetry
As it reaches out into the vastness of our domain
It's like a fast flowing stream of pearls
It's an outpouring of precious moments
That solidifies into beautiful diamonds
Inside our petrified hearts
Poetry is pure ecstasy
Melting inside our being

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