I am not a poet

Written by: Tendai Mafireyi

I am not a poet

I sit alone in this room, lit by a candle 
These walls I lean on are painted with gloom
A storm outside seems to wash my vibe away 
An inkless page stares at me like an empty vessel 

The virgin pen in my hand, irks my fingertips 
Words are better when they come from lips
No, I cannot do it I say 
I am not a poet 

If I were a poet, I would pen to the young boys and girls 
To teach them the ethos of life 
I would send word in rhyme to the leaders
Of this world and tell them; let your rule be just 
To the soldiers I would write; lay down your weapons 
Let no more blood be shed 
I would even poet to the stars until they shone brighter
And to all the inhabitants of the earth; I’d preach kindness to one another 

But I searched in me, I found not the words 
Nothing but a scared heart, a diminutive vibe 
For poetry is not intellect, it is a gift 
Poetry is not pondered on; it emanates naturally 
Poetry is inspiration, not perspiration 
Poetry is like a gentle nudge on your spine
It is the soothing breeze to your spirit; a bursting bosom that spits out words 
Poetry is like a wind chime
A whisper from the gods to us mortals

Poetry is like water from a river; to quench a chosen few
Poetry comes from the deep and sacrosanct valleys of the heart
Alas; my valleys are shallow, my rivers are dry                                                                                                                                       
I am not a poet!