Festus Mwiti Poet Imagism

Rush

Today morn I got an urgent call
there was trouble in paradise.
I rushed out my house
and breezed past the blossoming butterfly.
I only caught a glimpse of the lillies 
swaying in the soft morning breeze
and I was in too much haste
to consider the blue honey bird
perched atop the flowering mulberry.

I waved a hasty hello to my neighbour's call
and failed to return the cordial smile
lighting his friendly countenance.
No time for chit chat I warned myself
as I rushed past the fair lady
 with flowing hair and sweet scent
like spring time rousing flowers,
and failed to notice the glimmer
in her eyes as they attended me.

I arived at the gates to a sight bewildering,
the fairies had lost their long luscious hair
and their glimmering eyes were now tear glistened.
The singing lillies and swaying flowers wilted
and butterflies that gently atended them
were no more, but clang to their coccoons in hiding.

The emerald dazzling rivers 
bubbling with chit chat
were now murky  and hush with stillness
and the air usually replete with melodies 
from abodes in the trees, was eerily silent.

I ran to the keepers
seeking an answer to a nightmare,
Then I saw them.
 Rushing past paradise.

Many people miss their measure of happiness not because they never found it 
but because they didn't stop to enjoy it. Michael Faulkner.

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