Poetry

Some scribblings that pass for poetry Yes they bear style and symmetry But very wordy and message thin And however much you listen keen There’s little or nothing to be drawn Not a mind thrilled, not a soul won Cheapening the art I work to uphold As a custodian red hot and stone cold I take after the order of the psalmists Penning fantastic fantasies as real to realists Aiming for indelible works worth filing Piece upon piece they keep piling And just as light is distinct from dark I make shown the difference stark For as much as God’s Grace is supplied The works show by the skill applied Poetry has told both history and prophecy And is one with life an odyssey If the present falters, the past will hold fort Until the hopeful day when the future resorts To uphold this discipline with excellence As a way of according its giver due reverence Then shall we witness how mastery tends And among us reside living legends K. Muitherero