Thoughts for a poet
BY BRIAN MOSETI
begin,
a sketch on the mind
release the bonds of creativity
oh starry eyed poet
free from the depths of imagination
plant
nurture
reap
except,
for one expansive prairie
virgin, untrodden, unbroken
lilac scented grass
smells exploding
into the dreams of our fore bearers
ink stains
discarded torn up works
black finger nails
black sails
a dirge
here there
bitter tears
by the sobs of the pen
words sprouted wings
and flew into images
where architecture bore no rules
music lacked rhythm
and moss grew south
the poet got trapped
as hounds howled in the high noon
and cocks crowed in the midnight sun
and the poet dreamt on
poetry sleeps
in confines of struggle
wake up little drummer girl
and herald the awakening
a kaleidoscope of dreams
ringing with uncertainty.
ENDS
@mosetti
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