Land of Poets
[Additional piece to a joint writing entitled LAND OF POETS A REALITY by Donald Kuutsi, Blessing Masora, Sithole Albert and Pardon Simango]
Like the deep I dwell in such places faraway far,
Too soon amid the nears far,
Where I serve up the gremlin star,
Without task or promise
But words paddling across my mind like a neonatal regal Parr
To interlace logically into wily arrays
Which when you read lead line by line
It makes more sense the phrase,
I fissure with my absent hammer like Thor
And the words bleed out through the crevices
To run with running streams
And replenish parched minds with a little bit of who I really am,
Some will say spoken word!
But my mouth is sealed; I didn’t say a thing!
Some will say my revered pen seeped its ink on clean pages
But my hand is innocent; I didn’t write a thing!
I only dwell in such places faraway far,
Too soon amidst the confines of poetry’s stable traces,
A one-off, matchless world here; I see fabled beings as well new faces
Called together by a calling undeniable; A shared interest!
To tell a famous telling of who we really are,
Some will say spoken word!
But our mouths are sealed; we didn’t say a thing!
Some will say our writing implements leached ink on pure sheets
But our hands are innocent; we didn’t write a thing!
lETpoetry
Copyright © Mpho Leteng | Year Posted 2015
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