Waiting For A Poem Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Many people compose their stories
Based on algorithms of logic
My poem emerges from the stillness of my being
So, while my body, mind and soul are settling down
I have to keep vigil inside the substance of my being
Mopping up ripples of uncertainty
Until the whole canvas of my being is enveloped in Silence
This is the moment I crave for and the moment I am addicted to
This is not a magic trick, it is the fabric of being
The foundation of all wisdom
This is the seed of hope planted on the substance of being
It is like watching a sunset, everything is beautiful
It is like sunrise, the unknown is suddenly illuminated
This is the moment of birth when the poem vacates its mysterious state
And enters the realm of the known
Like a midwife, I stand holding my pen and paper
To take notes and embrace the poem
A new life, a new story, a new born
Poetry is conceived under a shroud of secrecy
Away from the prying eyes of man
It is a sacrilege to look inside the mystery
It is a privilege to embrace the poem
I, the spirit poet, stands on the pedestal of hope
Ready to enter the podium of your lives
Not to confuse or abuse your mental faculties
But to illuminate the most hidden of secrets
I have no way of knowing the sacred secrets
Unless I remove all of my acquired knowledge
And become a substance of nothingness
Then poetry is poured into my being

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