Tapiwa Matsika


Trophy - Poem by Tapiwa Matsika

My trophy of iron cast
Always coated with rust
Now clothed with dust
No one looks at it with lust
My holding on to it is my must
A game of thorns and trust
This infinite race can last
My enigma for now at its best
My trophy of iron cast
Squash my fingers as I try to rest
At the mercy of the mile its at its heaviest

Topic(s) of this poem: contemplation

Form: Conceit


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 4, 2017



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