Kudzai Mhangwa Poet Free verse

A Parable

Once there was a man
An upright man
He worked very hard
He bought a house up in the hills one day
A beautiful well kept cobblestone house
Which looked down a delightful valley
He dressed the home in the most beautiful ornaments
Carpets from Persia
Linens from the Nile
Paintings and statues from Florence
But as the house grew in beauty
Its owner wasted away looking for more riches and fame. 

Then one day an enemy came and feed the house
With kerosene before lighting up a fire
The house went up in flames
The village came and vainly tried to put out the master
But his growl grew only louder and they watched 
As the windows burst and the walls fell
Until the house and its beauty fell on its knees to ash
When the man returned, his heart could not bear it
And he died upon seeing his glory fall to the soil.

The riches of the world all perished
                but riches in heaven live to an endless day.

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Demetrios Trifiatis November 11, 2017 at 1:36 PM Dearest friend Kudzay, poetry, as you very well know, is to let our heart free to sing when it is inspired by our Muse! Poetry cannot be forced because it is an epiphany on which we work on improving the first glimpses of ideas therefore there is no reason for us to be frustrated. From what I see you are doing so well that I wonder what it is that you are complaining about? Haha! All will be fine for you a poet and always you will be one!

Anne-Lise Andresen November 6, 2017 at 2:06 PM - A sad story, Kudzai ... great written - Follow your feelings ... write from your heart :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Andrea Dietrich November 1, 2017 at 6:04 PM Sorry you are feeling frustrated. Anyway, I can tell you that I really enjoyed reading your parable here. On the eighth line from bottom. Do you mean , put out the fire? (you wrote master) The message is SO true. Kudzai Mhangwa November 2, 2017 at 3:21 PM Thank you very much Andrea! Thank you so much for stopping by my work it means a great deal!

Kudzai Mhangwa November 1, 2017 at 8:02 AM Hello Soup family, just to inform you that I have been feelings very upset these days and I find I am not writing as much poetry these days. When I post a poem I want to make sure it is brilliant and I am finding it hard these days. I will be sharing my work less frequently until I manage to get back my groove. I am very sorry and thank you for your companionship through words