The rise of a fallen poet
Then a fallen poet finally woke
This time it was never a joke.
His pen was now filled with writing magic
As it constructed lines with logic.
Now, he wrote about things most dear
And he wrote without any fear.
He wrote poetry about no review
But composed to give a point of view.
His words gave one a choice
For he gave the ignored a voice.
Images and similes flowed around his mind
And he used them to open the eyes of the blind.
His potent weapon, language, was his spear
Which he used to make one lend an ear.
He avoided any language that is foul
But wrote to capture any soul.
He wrote and aimed not to tease
But wrote to put people at ease.
This time poetry was his platform
To impart his treasured wisdom.
Inspired by Skat A( The fallen poet)
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2017
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